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“That’s what I’m talking about. I’m not bored or mostly asleep now. Are you, Dorothy?”
    â€œNo.” She pulled her pretty blue top back on her shoulders and pushed at her short hair. “But maybe there’s something to be said for training
and
control.”
    â€œDon’t let them kid you,” he said. “Magic is all about fun and excitement. If you don’t have fun with it, you get old and cranky—like my grandfather.”
    We all knew that Brian’s grandfather, Abdon, was more than cranky. He was an obnoxious egomaniac. He was a member of the Grand Council of Witches. Their rules made most witches cringe.
    â€œI guess we’re through with fire and air,” Elsie said. “Molly, would you declare for water?”
    I nodded and grasped my mother’s amulet, which hung around my neck. “Water is the feminine element of the subconscious mind. It is wisdom, strength and growth. It is the heart of life.” I closed my eyes. “I am Molly Addison Renard. I am a water witch who lives between the river and the sea. My direction is west. My color is blue, and my time is twilight. My tool is the cauldron. Let the water flow from every direction and heal the earth.”
    There was complete silence around me as I finished my declaration. My feet were wet, but I hadn’t noticed until I’d finished.
    Opening my eyes was a surprise. The Cape Fear River, which is normally at the mouth of our cave, had begun to flow inside. Not only was I standing in gray-green water to my ankles—so was everyone else.
    The cave had been here in the old port city of Wilmington, North Carolina, since the time of smugglers. I wasn’t sure if it had come this far over its banks in a hundred years or more. It had never happened in the last twenty years that we’d had held ceremonies here.
    â€œMolly, what in the world is going on?” Olivia was the only one with dry feet. “And where is the cauldron necklace you should be using as your tool? Did you take it off?”
    â€œLet me take care of this problem first.” I closed my eyes and held the amulet, seeing in my mind’s eye the water flowing back where it belonged.
    â€œThat was almost as good as my hurricane.” Brian applauded. “Dorothy, what do you have in mind—an earthquake?”
    Elsie came to my side with curiosity and confusion in her green eyes. “Molly? I’ve known you all your life. When did you get the magic to do something like that? Where did you get it? You didn’t even have that kind of power when we were young.”
    I opened my eyes. The water was gone, leaving a few fish and some marks on the sand where it had been. We quickly put the gasping fish into a bucket of river water that we kept in the cave for ceremonial purposes. “I’m sorry. I stopped wearing the cauldron because I didn’t need it. There’s magic stored in this amulet that relates to my family and other water witches.”
    Dorothy smiled. “That’s a good thing, right? Maybe you won’t have to give up being a witch and move to Boca after all. We can all stay here together and look for your missing spell book. I’d like that.”
    â€œMe too.” Elsie hugged her. “And Olivia has a hundred years as a ghost before she has to leave. It sounds like a party to me. I’ll have to look through my mother’s old things and see if she left me something powerful to reclaim
my
magic.”
    â€œShall we finish our declarations before Molly gets all out of sorts again?” Olivia asked. “Dorothy, it’s your turn.”
    â€œOkay.” She smiled. “I hope I don’t do anything catastrophic.”
    Dorothy closed her eyes to concentrate. “Earth doesn’t represent the physical earth, like you told me. It is the realm of abundance and prosperity. I am Dorothy Lane Dunst, and I am an earth witch. My direction is