#madamspellmanfic

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LILITH

Come on. You can do it.

MARY

I don’t like it, it’s not…

LILITH

Try it ! Just this once… For me.

The demoness stares with pleading eyes. Mary takes a deep breath, and looks back with an hilariously serious face.

MARY

Fuck you.

ZELDA

What in the nine circles of hell is happening here?

The ginger witch is startled at the scene she just walked upon. But then she notices Lilith’s smirk, and Mary’s face; they are not mad at all. Marie, who was walking into the living room just behind Zelda, chuckles at the curious situation.

LILITH

I’m teaching her!

ZELDA

Teaching her what?

Mary turns to Zelda, rolling her eyes.

MARY

She said I needed to learn to stand up for myself. You know, to tell people to… well to get lost whenever I have to.

ZELDA

I think Mary can stand up for herself very well without your help Lili.

The demoness smiles anyway.

LILITH

Oh I know, I just wanted to see her swear…

MARY

Are you kidding me?

She throws a cushion at the queen of hell, who just sits there, laughing.

MARY

Fuck you.

Lilith lifts an eyebrow and opens her mouth in an expression of both surprise and delight.

MARIE

Lilith, what have you done to our sweet Mary?

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[clarissaseton]

ZELDA

Honestly, this is the perfect setting for some insipid horror movie.

Zelda looks at the cottage, surrounded by tick bushes and a cloak of darkness. No one is in sight; it really is kind of creepy. Lilith gives the witch a little blow in the ribs with her elbow, and when Zelda turns around, offended, the demoness is laughing softly. 

LILITH

Stop it. 

   The sound of keys rumbling in a nervous hand is starting to get quite annoying; Mary is having a hard time unlocking the door. Then, she finally manages it, stepping inside the house with a sigh of comfort. 

   MARY

Welcome to my home!

MARIE

Oh it’s charming Mary!  Très joli !

   The voodoo queen smiles as she explores the room, bringing a warmth to Mary’s cheeks. Neither Zelda nor Marie ever stepped in here, before now - and it was high time, three months after Mary joined “the club”, as she calls it in her head. Of course, Lilith lived here for a while, but this is different. She is letting them into her home, and it feels like a new, thrilling step. Mary was excited all week for their little private weekend, just the four of them and the tranquility of the woods; though today she started to get a bit nervous. Now, the women’s laid-back attitudes immediately takes the pressure away. Zelda even smiles at the decor. 

   ZELDA

Nice carpet. 

MARY

Thank you. 

   Zelda chuckles : this house is so like Mary, all small and warm, dim lights with a golden glow, some old but well-maintained furniture, and flowery patterns that give a touch of romantic chic to the ensemble. Soon, they are getting comfortable on the living room couch, suitcases left scattered on the floor. Zelda is already pouring herself some whiskey. 

   ZELDA

A glass anybody?

LILITH

I’ll have one.

   Lilith stretches out her hand. Marie glances at the gigantic, and full bottle. 

   MARIE

Did you really have to bring this much?

   The ginger witch takes an avid sip, and turns around to put the bottle on the table. 

   ZELDA

Well, if I want to survive with you three I better be well equipped.

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