Teddybear

Every spell he had ever learned to deal with a lock fled from his head in that moment, replaced by white-hot rage. A loud CRACK filled the cabin as he ...

Kivvien rarely had use for a defense spell, his wand was certainly not designed for it, but as he stormed back to the cottage every horrible, painful, spell he had ...

Kivvien made it to the cart andreached for his satchel. He'd read over his old notes while- Empty. The bag was nearly empty. Panic gripped Kivvien's frantic heart as he ...

Kivvien headed out to his cart. He'd rest out there until he was sure the old man had gone to sleep.

Kivvien finished up the spell and stashed it away in one of his many pockets.

The rest of the page was just conclusive notes, ideas on where to take the experiments next, and other such finalities.

The experiments concluded on the next few pages with the creation of the cure, punctuated by short exchanges alongside the text and diagrams. Mother is coming around, I think, but ...

(kivvien's handwriting is slanted, the second writer in bold) One page, dated a few weeks before Kivvien had reported leaving the castle, had a particularly long exchange written out in ...

Kate's eyes flashed in anger. "Where's the fucking glitter-plush cat," she growled, having pulled her sweater back over her head.

Kivvien continued working quietly on a spare bit of parchment. --- The journals were filled with studies of many kinds, most surrounding the demons, with the occasional question and answer ...

"Sleep well," he said dismissively. He would leave tonight. He may have to sedate Hieronymus, for his own good of course. He would come around quick enough.

Kivvien looked up from the spell he had been writing out. "Back so soon?"

Inside were three journals, all collaborations between Kivvien and the second writer, and some writing utensils, along with cloth-wrapped vials of the cure and a few other miscellaneous items.

Kivvien loaded up the final chest. How would he convince Hieronymus to come with him? And how would he eliminate Laurean as a factor? And then there was the factor ...

(for the sake of drama he left it on the cart)