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Charlie shivered with excitement as the trio finally finished their walk over to the house. This was followed shortly after by the appearence of Sister Lark from within the old abode, which only made Charlie more excited. Up until now, this whole thing had almost felt as if it wasn't real. The days leading up to today had possessed a strange feeling in the air that only anticipation and excitement for a large event like this could bring. He said nothing as Sister Lark broke out the cool-looking witch robes they were going to be wearing for the ceremony, and simply walked over and grabbed one. He had a small internal debate over whether he should take off his hoodie to put it on, but decided against it, still holding onto the idea that the elders wouldn't like seeing him wearing a football shirt. So, he simply slipped it on, looking over himself to admire how it looked. 

Charlie then calmly took his phone out of his pocket and put it in the designated area, double checking all his pockets again to make sure that nothing was in there, before taking off his watch and putting it there too. He nodded at Brother Lucien and Sister Claudia before joining the mass of witchlings for the first part of the walk down to the Wellspring. He was buzzing with excitement inside, but on the outside he did his best to maintain a serious, stern and determined visage. The walk down to the wellspring itself was very pretty, and he looked around admiring the setting before he felt a strange tingling wash over him - he knew with a jolt that they must be getting very very close to the Wellspring now. It was magic rushing through his body. 

And then, they were at the wellspring. It was a gorgeous blue lake... well, it was more of a pond, Charlie noted internally, but still, it was indeed very gorgeous. He took his spot quickly, kneeling on one of the red pillows that were strewn about by the side of the wellspring. His eyes immediately glanced down to the dagger. Huh... That was odd.. He hoped they weren't having to prepare a potion or anything for this, that could cause some trouble. And then Sister Deborah went and revealed the nature of the ritual - they were going to have to cut themselves, and spill some blood into the cup, then into the wellspring. And then drink the potion, and then it was done. 

Charlie inhaled and exhaled deeply as he pondered the task. He didn't [i]want[/i] to cut himself or anything, but that was the task at hand. He carefully filled up the vial, shaking it a little, before inhaling and exhaling again. Then he brought the knife across his wrist,  immediately feeling weary, but with steely determination, let it drip into the wellspring for a moment before holding it over the vial, glancing at the changed mixture before quickly moving his hand away, bringing the cup to his lips and drinking deep. 

The feeling came immediately, washing over him like a churning ocean wave. He could see bright lights flashing in his vision, which only made the feeling stronger. He felt himself lean back against the soil, and for a moment, it felt as if the rocks and the soil were moving around him. Then the feeling changed. It was painful, so painful, and he was writhing, fleeing from some unknown magical enemy as the deep strange pain ran over him in excruciating waves. 

After around 20 seconds, it suddenly went away. Charlie sat up suddenly, realising he was holding and brandishing a stick, and that his arm was still bleeding profusely. He quickly put his hand over it and did some quick healing magic. The wound closed up, but it was still red and hurt like hell - he wasn't great at healing magic. He then became acutely aware of the sound of someone throwing up. He glanced to see Calypso throwing up everywhere, feeling a deep swell of pity for the girl. 

He then heard the familiar derisive laughter of Sumner, and some mocking comments from her. He was about to give her a tutting and a stern when she fell over and fainted. Well, serves her right for mocking Calypso in this hour, Charlie supposed. He then looked down in alarm as he saw a girl lying face down in the water, but breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the person suddenly move, coughing, revealing themselves to be Rebecca. He nodded and agreed with her statement. 

[color=DarkOrange]”Yes, that was certainly… An experience.”[/color] He looked down at his still painful and red arm, his face looking even paler than usual. [color=DarkOrange]”I do wonder how much blood I lost… and why is Calypso regurgitating everywhere?”[/color]

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