YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 31

YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 31

(the magic of Midnight)

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Mia placed a gentle hand on her father’s rigid arm and spoke quietly. “Dad, hold back. Let me handle this. He directed his hate at me and I’m going to diffuse it.”

Brian looked into the gentle blue eyes of his sixteen-year-old daughter and saw her determination. He stroked the back of her head. “I’ll hold back but not for long.”

Mia smiled and then Brian saw something in her eyes that he’d never seen before. Her gentle blue eyes that always reminded him of a summer sky, turned hard and cold, like a rigid block of ice.

There was no hatred, no compassion. Only fierce indifference. Then she took one step forward in an act of aggression. Midnight followed, stood beside her, with her tail still in the air, baring her fangs as Mia said, “Mr. Dwyer, before I agree to let my father beat you to a pulp, let me give you a bit of a history lesson on the events you think you know. Frist, you son did not invite me to the dance. Nor did he ask me to be his date. He assumed, incorrectly, that I would just jump at his assumption that I had nothing better to do. He was wrong. I had already accepted an invitation from another boy. Secondly, until he sent that ridiculously large bouquet of flowers, I didn’t know who he was. And finally, I never did anything to him. He did it all on his own. You know that old adage? ‘What you reap, so shall you sow?’ Ask him how he caused all this chaos. Oh, while we’re speaking of chaos, did you know your son is dabbling in black magic?”

John Dwyer’s eyes took on a slightly confused look, but he was determined not to back down. Mia finished with, “Go home, Mr. Dwyer and check your property. I’m sure somewhere on it but out of sight, you’ll find a small shed where your son stores all his so-called tools-of-his-trade. You’re wondering how I know all this. Your son, and yes, I refuse to say his name, tried using his scrying mirror to monitor my every movement. What he never realized is that my magic is so much stronger than his. While he is dabbling into the black arts, I come from a long line of white witches. Take care, Mr. Dwyer. What your son wishes on others, will come more than two-fold back on him and his.”

She turned to walk away from the stunned intruder, grabbed her father’s hand and said, “Dad, it’s over. Let’s all go back inside and have some tea. I could use a cup. I’ll take care of the yard tomorrow.”

When she began walking away, she heard Finola speak in a soft voice. “John, you’re human and have no idea what’s going on, yet, your wife, Nora is from a line of white witches. However, father was much like your son when Tim was younger. White wasn’t good enough. Not powerful enough. He wanted more. What your son did to our Mia, Nora’s father tried to do to me. When I was able to stop him, he spelled my family and within a handful years, as they became of age, all left Ireland and me! I’m just glad that spell didn’t affect their offspring, but I’ll tell you true, right here, right now. It stops! You truly do not want to mess with my family any longer. Keep your son away from us and we can all live in peace. If you do not curtail him, it is your family that will pay the consequences, not us. Now, leave here. Go back to your family.”

She watched as the shaken man began entering his car and then said, “John, one more thing. You and Nora need to get after your son and for the love of all things holy, stop spoiling him!”

Midnight meowed, “Mia, your great aunt is quite a lady. You both kicked a--, uh, I mean butt today. I’m so proud of you both.” She trotted after Mia and her family as they walked back into the house.

Brian knelt, extended his arms, inviting Mia in for a hug. “Mia, my girl, I wanted so much to punch him but when I saw the look in your eyes, knew it was time to let you fly, well, not elf fly but you know. You’re my little girl, always will be, but you’ve already grown into a beautiful and smart young lady. I’m so proud of you.”

While she looked at the surprised faces that surrounded them, she happily hugged her father. “Dad, it had to be stopped, and I saw no useful purpose in having you and Mr. Dwyer slug it out. Tempers rarely solve anything but logic and a bit of a threat that he could understand, well, in my opinion made more sense.”

Midnight meowed loudly while jumping up and down, “That’s my Mia! Now that all the excitement is over, I think I need a large, very large bowl of fish and another of milk. All this trauma made me hungry.”

Morena walked to where her husband still had his arms around their daughter and hugged them both. “I’ll put the kettle on the burner but while the water boils, I’m pouring us all a small glass of Hennessey. I feel like I’ve been shaken to the core, and, well, I think Mia has proven herself to have a small bit as well. Do you agree, Brian?”

Everyone agreed that Mia earned a small shot of the Irish whiskey, but Finola said the one thing that made everyone laugh. “We’ll drink to that just as long as whatever we drink does not come from the Dwyer Distillery!”