A Scripta

Rosie Santos' grandmother would have kittens if she ever knew what she was going to do. Even liposuction would be preferable to this. Good Catholic girls wouldn't resort to magic. Rosie knocked on the door to the New Age store. The peephole opened quickly, then slammed shut. A very large woman pulled open the door about six inches wide. "Can I help you?"

Sheepishly, Rosie held up the black business card. On it, the name said "Seagn", not "Shawn" as she had thought. The woman nodded and stepped aside. "Seagn!"

"Hello?" The black haired woman came down the small hallway. "Oh, Rosie. How's it going?"

The floor creaked under Rosie's weight. "Do you have a cellar?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." She glanced around the corner. "Right this way." Seagn brought her around the stairs that were set in the middle of the building, opened the door to the front of the store, then brought her to the cellar. It smelled of must, books, and incense. Seagn pulled out a chair, but Rosie refused it, so Seagn sat.

Rosie paced a little. "I was thinking about what you said. What do I have to do? Do I have to hurt him? Do I have to know him?"

Seagn smiled at her. "Listen, Rosie. The spell will wear off in time. So if you find a guy and you really like him, and he likes you with that glamour, someday he's going to wake up next to you as you are now."

"What if he likes me the way I am?"

She shrugged. "Good luck, then."

Rosie rubbed her nose. "I don't know."

Seagn stood up. "Didn't he hurt you? Didn't he tell you how much he loved you? Didn't he give you something precious and tell you all kinds of nice things, how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you? Didn't he promise so much to you? Didn't you believe him?"

Rosie tried to blink back tears. Seagn walked up to her and caught a tear on her fingertip. "See this? He did this to you! Are you going to let him walk all over you like that?" She flicked her finger, the tear splashing against the concrete of the cellar. "Are you going to let ANY man do that again to you? To anyone? You have the obligation to never let something like this happen to anyone again!" Seagn took Rosie by the chin and glared at her. "Even if it's just one man. One at a time."

Blinking, Rosie stepped back. Seagn looked away and stepped back also. "I'm sorry. Look, I'm... you better still think about it. It's a big step." She offered a small smile. "How about you come upstairs and meet my sisters."

"I don't know."

"The floor will support you. You saw Beira, she's a big girl."

"I weigh 800 pounds."

"I assure you, it'll be fine." She motioned up the stairs. As Rosie went first, Seagn made a motion with her hand, and a rune appeared in the air at Rosie's ankles, wrapping around them. She wouldn't weigh as much in the rooms above, at least while she was here.