Mirage’s P.O.V
It was past midnight when Freya and Sarah decided it was the perfect time to check for seals on me and hence, the three of us musketeers marched into the woods to come upon a tiny abandoned cabin, where all the sinister spells were supposed to take place.
“Should I expect a cauldron and a bazillion candles inside?” I joked as Freya unlocked the cabin doors.
“Bazillion candles, yes.” Sarah shrugged. “Cauldrons? I highly doubt that.”
“Incendo.” Freya spelled and just like I had expected, hundreds of candles came to life inside the small, one-roomed cabin. “Come on in.”
“Why do witches need so many candles?” I asked Freya, genuinely curious about the workings of the witchy world.
“Candles help to centre our magic.” She told me while taking off her shoes and entering a small ‘ring’ like structure where several other candles helped form the borders of the circle. “They also act like barriers against outward magic or supernatural influences.”