What happened next

Cedric smiled at Bertha as she passed it to him. 'And what pray tell are you going to concoct for our undead friends?' she said in her chirpy voice. 'Ah' said Cedric 'now that would be telling' he said wagging his finger at her, Melissa watched the couple with their banter and wondered if in the past they had been more than good friends.

They had in fact been the best of enemies, that is their relationship had been strictly manipulative, each ensuring they remain free from other entanglements so as to be sure of a central position in the life of the other. The occult finally prised them apart.
No cookery book changed hands but the joint grimoire from the days when the pair had flirted or more truly submerged themselves in witchcraft when summoning of spirits good and bad, divination, spells, protective amulets and charms had pushed them close to insanity. The ritual sex had been frantic and fun but burnt out by its sheer intensity. Now the grimoire could come into its own, the only decision was whether to summon bind or

the spell in the correct way, while Cedric and Bertha put their heads together and discussed what was the next best move Melissa had started to wander round the old rickety house and had come across an old dusty mirror and someone had written words in the dust. 'SPECTUS DEMEITORY ETOCKLEEI' she read just as Cedric come running into the long hallway screaming 'NNNOOOOOO!' 'Oh crap!' said Bertha behind him.

come to the conclusion that diversity is the spice of life, that engaging with an active, thought-filled mind does no harm at all, when non-hostile intentions preside.

Cedric was suddenly aware of his own limitations and failings. What did he really feel about Bertha? He admired her mind and abilities and those thighs...But was he being distracted? Cedric did not usually think in these terms. Ok, Bertha had said that action was required. Without warning, he embraced Bertha. "Play me like you would your flute", he said, and waited for the music...

"It's funny the way some websites work", Cedric observed, "No regard for chronological progression..."

Chronology is not the only fruit.