Remy’s Witchy Rituals [College]
Date: 2025-10-26 13:33
(Remy’s Witchy Rituals [College])
[Sun Oct 26 2025]
In the center of the Mushroom Cafe/span>The heart of the witch hut thrums with quiet energy. In this circular space, the ceiling domes ever so slightly, low enough to feel intimate but high enough for trailing vines to loop from the rafters like green streamers. The walls are paneled in rich, warm claywood with occasional inlays of mossy hearthstone where shelves are carved directly into the timber- each shelf stacked with stoneware mugs, sugar jars, and tin canisters labeled in soft, handwritten chalk.
Round tables shaped from mushroom caps, complete with dappled gills beneath, dot the space. They range in hue from gentle cream to deep russet, and each holds a candle nestled in a squat wax-dripped jar. Lavender faerie lights hang from threads above like hovering jellyfish, while green moss creeps along the corners of the room, glowing faintly with a heartbeat pulse.
The air smells of roasted chicory, honeyed mushroom broth, and just a hint of cinnamon bark. Somewhere under it all is the earthy tang of wet soil and crushed sage. The floorboards are old, stained dark by generations of spilled tea, and slightly uneven in a way that makes them feel like they have grown, not been laid.
Here is a willowy woman with cloud-white hair pinned in a loose braid and eyes like birch bark. She doesnt speak much, but her long sleeves are always dusted with tea leaves, and her fingers are stained green from grinding herbs.
It is about 55/span>12C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Panama and Sidney/span>Remy takes the little lull between students showing up and starting the class to send out a few texts. Then she tucks her phone away and clears her throat. “So… I’m not like a big name sorceress or anything. I’m just a little witch in a big town. I don’t have any teacher to speak of, or if I do, no one here will ever recognize them, so it may as well not matter,” she says to the assembled students. She smiles then and says, “Let’s start simple.” She reaches into the side slit of her harem pants toward her inner thigh, then pulls out a wicked little karambit knife. She pricks her finger with the tip, then her armcuffs glow red. The blood of her wound gathers and pulls out of her finger like a string, gathering into a floating ball over her finger. “Rituals are the conversion of energy, usually in the form of blood, in exchange for a result, usually from spirits or otherworldly forces,” she says simply before the floating ball of blood siphons back down into her finger and seals itself in there.
Kai rests his elbow on the counter and drops his cheek into his palm as he watches Remy, his hazel eyes bright with interest and a little grin on his face, he tucks his phone face down on his thigh to try to better pay attention.
Benjamin sits back, a leg crossing the other as he sips coffee and watches the class. He seems to just be an observer.
Liri tilts her head, attention keen, those sleepy eyes far less so as she watches. “…oh,” she whispers to herself, not quiet enough to go unheard, a tinge of awe.
“The exact form of this conversion or the ritual actually matters very little, strictly speaking,” Remy declares, pacing around the space slowly. “People tend to follow some sort of tradition when they do them though, as tried and true methods lead to tried and true results,” she explains when she comes to a stop. Somewhere in there, she tucks away the knife back where she got it from. “So what can we do with them?” she asks of the class then, pausing to put a hand on a popped hip. “Have any of you been the target of a ritual?” she asks as if she does not know for a fact that at least one person has.
Liri lifts a hand, her voice touched by her sleepiness, but no less sweet as she says, “It’s… not unusual for people to put rituals on Ransoms, lunacy or soothing, because they know it bothers most wolves.”
“Dozens of them!” Kai agrees with Remy chipperly, a little grin on his face, “And I’ve directed just as many.”
“Care to share your experience of receiving and giving then?” Remy asks of Kai, since he seems eager to share with the class. She finds a place to sit on a table and crosses her legs. She folds her hands together on her lap, watching the small class, but one she intends to keep moving forward. “Try to be brief,” she adds on in case Kai decides to ramble.
“Mr. Matias once turned me into a woman for three days.. or maybe four,” Kai replies to Remy and rubs at his chin, “And I once made Ambrose deaf for a while,” he says, and nods firmly, shutting his mouth with an audible click as he tries to be brief.
“Gender swapping and deafness,” Remy says with a slow nod as she kicks her upper leg a little. “You can also use it to protect people for a time, or protect property, or even to teleport to a pre-defined location,” she says to the others regarding potential options. She leans back a little and rests her hands on the top of the table. “Are these rituals anonymous?” she asks of the class then, glancing up toward the ceiling.
Liri opens her mouth to answer Remy, but then she’s looking at Bekki with absolute confusion, as though an oompah loompah just danced into the hut.
Bekki enters, late and with an oversized hammer over one shoulder. “Sup.” she announces disruptively.
Liri shakes herself out of her “what the fuck is that” stupor, not asking the question aloud, then answers Remy, “Nothing is ever totally anonymous.” Her words are slow, eyes not leaving Bekki.
Benjamin starts to hum briefly, sounding suspiciously like the oompa loompah song. He sips his coffee, but otherwise his attention returns to Remy.
Remy does not seem surprised or bothered by Bekki showing up, late or at all. “Correct. Rituals are not anonymous. Every ritual you cast has a person for a target where the effect will happen. And the ritual leaves its residue on the target. That residue can be used to trace the ritual back to the caster,” she says to the group before taking a long, deep breath. She pushes up off the table to start walking around again. “Rituals can also be used to spy. Between scrying and haunting, you can see what your target is doing. Hauntings can also be used to terrorize people. What else can you do with one?” she asks the class as she continues to pace about the area.
“Hey Beks, nice hammer,” Kai tells Bekki and rubs at one of his eyes, grinning at her a little, he listens to Remy and Liri and falls silent for now.
Unintentionally punctuating her point, Bekki’s hammer head hits the ground with a resounding thump. There’s no raise of the hand, but instead, the bimbo calls out, sharing, “Like, you can find corpses, make the corpse run to you, break magical wards, break security making shit totes easy to break into, persicute someone psychologically and lots of stuff.”
“Nah,” Kai dismisses Bekki immediately, “That’s general rituals. Hauntings can also be used for spying and for locating your target. I use it all the time to find goofy shifters and werewolves who don’t have the sense to have a phone on them when the mist creatures capture them.”
Interupting again, Bekki waves to Kai exuberantly. “Sup, ninja.” she calls over. “I got it because everything else was too light for me.”
Kai’s phone beeps a couple of times, “…Oop, gotta go,” he says and hops up, then jogs out the door.
“Very good. And since you arrived late, what is the basic currency of ritual spells?” Remy asks toward Bekki after the good answer is given. She looks over at Liri and asks, “Is there a ritual that can protect you from mental manipulation?” She then nods to Kai and asks him, “Is there a ritual to bring you good luck like a monetary windfall?”
“Beating someone’s face in, roping them the fuck up and using their life force.” Bekki answers without a beat- Apparently something is rattling around in that head of hers.
Benjamin takes a sip of his mocha, still listening to the lesson. He apparently makes a few notes on his phone but then largely keeps his attention on Remy.
Liri dips her chin in a tiny nod, not sure, but presuming the answer to her question is yes.
“Or, like, you could leave them unconscious or use your own.” Bekki adds, apparently thinking the -hard- problem through.
“Close, but the basic currency of all rituals is energy, most commonly in the form of blood,” Remy gently corrects Bekki, but then pivots to Liri. She tilts her head a little and says, “A fifty-fifty guess. Maybe not a good question.” She takes in another breath and twirls herself in a circle on one foot. “What are some examples of things rituals cannot do?” she asks then of the few that remain.
That demands a lot of thought, and Bekki lacks the brain power. She shorts out, beginning to play with her hair instead.
Remy may be being a distraction– Too much movement, and the bimbo’s tiny little smooth pea brain works like a dinosaur… The movement is easy to follow, the question isn’t. “Umm….”
Articulate, good start. “You cant travel without someone you are dragging around.” Bekki offers. Heritage may be showing itself. The bimbo apparently only retains things that inconvenience others. “You cant kill someone or make them kill themselves. You can totes take their youth though, give a chick a dick or the other way.”
It’s at least somewhat related, but at least she’s trying, even if the things she’s sharing is only barely related.
Liri watches Bekki, confounded by this creature, more than anything, really, but happy to just let her answer. It’s clear the little wolf is entirely out of her element, deer in headlights expression firmly glued on, no answers offered.
Benjamin chuckles a little bit as he listens to the answers. He doesn’t add anything, largely just observing, but the chuckle hints that perhaps he has an idea of the answer. Or perhaps he just finds Bekki amusing.
“Good,” Remy says as she turns to look at Liri, expectantly, like she wants to hear more from her as well. “Have both of you done a ritual before?” she asks, looking back and forth between Bekki and Liri, more looking toward Liri in this case. “We have covered a good bit about what they can and cannot do. Sadly, a full ritual would take too long for most class work, but let’s say we were preparing to do a ritual to have Kai do something we wanted him to do. What would we use? How would we do it?” she asks before leaning against the counter to focus her attention on Liri, as if expecting her to handle the brunt of these questions this go around.
“I’ve… I’ve never…” Liri mumbles, her cheeks darkening with blush. “This is my first actual class…” she admits.
“I watch a lot of rituals happening.” Bekki shares- There we go, the extent of Bekki’s -knowledge- it was only a matter of time.
“They take, like, too long and I get bored easy.” she admits, using a nail and that demonic strength that’s incongruous with everything about her to scratch-doodle on the counter top.
Benjamin takes a few more notes on his phone, sips his coffee and seems thoughtful for now. A glance at the time and he finishes off his coffee. He doesn’t go anywhere yet, but decides its time to finish this coffee.
“This is an establishment owned by someone I know, and they would not take kindly to you desecrating their counter,” Remy says to Bekki in as simple a rebuke for her actions as she can come up with. “I would hate to have to formally report your conduct to Thomas,” she states simply to Bekki before moving on, pushing off of the counter. “So, as I said earlier, each person can do rituals almost how they like. I tend to do mine with this,” she says, getting out her knife again th prick her finger. Her armcuffs glow red once more to draw the blood out, only this time, instead of a hovering sphere, her blood forms a circle with a pentagram drawn inside of it. She makes sure it is visible as an almost two-dimensional object to both the students at the counter and the observer, Benjamin, off to the side. “Candles at each point of the star, lit for energy conversion, then somethings in the center to represent the desired result. For example, hot things to create heat, cold things to make cold, some form of symbolic link to whomever I want to target, those kinds of things. And then focus on the intent to perform the act in question,” she explains, letting the blood hover in place for another short while to make the point before she returns it to the cut.
At least half of that sentence goes completely over Bekki’s head, but if by happenstance or intent, Remy is able to convince the bimbo to stop doodling– It’s the display. That’s interesting, and like a moth to the flame, her short attention is drawn to the hovering blood.
“Uncle Andrew uses a triangle and goat blood.” she offers, completely uncowed by the rebuke.
Bekki says “And, like, silver bowls, and one of those knives with two points like the bad guys on Star Trek.“
Remy looks up at the ceiling of the hut for a few moments. “Exactly,” she replies regarding Bekki’s additions to the conversation. “The blood is mostly a conduit. Energy is still the cost though,” she explains before doing another little spin on one foot. “I think that brings us to the end of an intro class,” she decides quietly, looking over at the others for a moment. “Any questions?” she offers to everyone assembled to start bringing things to a close.
Benjamin just stares at Bekki for a moment, as if she’s the dumbest creature he’s ever saw before he shakes his head. He adds nothing to the conversation, just seems to really be questioning everything about this woman.
“Nope.” Bekki announces cheerfully– She’s obviously of the opinion she did good today, and with little more fanfair, she hefts, flips, and rests her sledgehammer against her shoulder. “I’m gonna go see if anyone left me any Sixty Third soldiers to go massacre.”
There’s the most brief of pauses, a look of panic crossing the bimbo’s features– Maybe it’s at using a big word like that- Then, she’s off, head high, shoulders straight, every inch the professional brat.
“…Not yet,” Liri says, shaking her head, at Remy. She watches the oompah loompah bounce out, confused, then says, correcting herself, “…what was that?”
“A student,” Remy answers simply, unconcerned about whatever seems to be a sticking point for Liri and Benjamin. “If there are no questions related to the topic, then class dismissed,” she declares with a single clap of her hands.
Benjamin chuckles a little as he stands up, “An oompa loompa”. Apparently the man isn’t necessarily always nice. “No questions here. I gotta go meet those contractors but I’ll be textin’ ya here soon
Liri pushes off the counter, shaking her head as she says, “Thank you for the lesson,” and she wanders out.