Book Tour & Gìveaway: Death By Chocolate author Suz Korb on spells gone awry!
Previously on Suz Korb Doesn’t Know Good Hair we discussed my love of chocolate cereal and exorcisms. Keeping on with the Death by Chocolate theme of witchcraft and chocolate yumminess, the following is yet more evidence at my lack of an inability to chose guys with good hair.
When I was a teenager I fancied myself a witch. One night on a full moon I went out into my back yard to do a spell. I’d had a crush on this one guy at school for ages. He was a skater boy with a bowl cut hairdo. I don’t know what was wrong with me and picking guys with diabolical hair when I was a teen.
Anyway, I was there in my garden on that fateful night. I had all my witchcraft supplies spread across the grass that I was sitting on. Taking my silver bowl full of creek water, I placed it in front of me and dropped three coins into it. I situated the silver bowl so that the light from the moon shone down onto the water inside the dish. Moonbeams were apparently very important for this spell to work correctly. It was a love spell I was creating, and I certainly didn’t want anything to go wrong.
So, the next ingredient I added was pink rose petals. After that I placed both of my hands into the water and said these magic words, “Mihi divitiae sic fiat semper.”
The cool, clear water inside the bowl shone under the moonlight. A few petals escaped from under my palms and floated to the surface of the dark, yet sparkling, water. I removed my hands and let the rose water dry naturally from my skin. It was time for the final ingredient. Chocolate.
I scooped up a spoonfull of melted chocolate that had been percolating nicely on the top of my oil burner. You know? Those ceramic deals with the candle in the bottom?
Dripping a blob of melted chocolate carefully into the cool water, it plopped into the bowl with a tiny splash. The chocolate hardened and I had my love potion. The piece of chocolate containing the love spell that I’d give to my crush at school the next day.
Indeed, at school the following morning I took a bunch of chocolates into home room and pretended like I’d hand made every single one. Truth was, I’d only made the one chocolate piece, the one I handed straight to the hot boy. He popped it straight into his mouth. I watched him, waiting with anticipation. His eyes lit up and he smiled at me. “That was good,” he said. “You should open a chocolate restaurant when you’re older, Suzy.” He slapped me on the back, real chummy like, after saying that. I mean seriously, a chocolate restaurant? There’s no such thing. Hot Boy reached into his pocket, pulled out a five dollar bill and stuck it on my tray of chocolates. The rest of the class did the same. One by one all my chocolates got eaten and I ended up with like forty bucks by the time the bell rang.
Sadly, I was without love. Rich. But loveless. Poor me. I ran home that day and checked over the love spell to see what went wrong. Apparently I’d mixed things up and had done a money spell. Oops. Oh well, I still don’t know to this day if the money spell had worked or not, after all, I didn’t actually make the chocolate myself. lol
When I was a teen I probably thought my crush was as hot as this guy, even with a bowl cut.
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