Finding some privacy away from her two sex-crazed friends (although now, she was beginning to think of them as her former friends), Nadine opened one of her leather-bound books, intending to use it to determine what was happening to her and everyone else. But the moment her eyes looked at the first page, she realized that it was all just nonsense to her. Was it written in Latin? She wasn't sure. She thought about just pronouncing the words phonetically, but she had no idea what the spells did.
She had a twinge of disgust, thinking about spells. But it soon passed. She still remembered everything about her life, growing up in a Baptist family, attending Bible studies, giving her life over to Jesus. But now, it all seemed so far away, almost not real. But she still remembered. She'd never forget.
But the thing was, the reason Nadine couldn't read the spell book was because she attained no knowledge of it. Unknown to her, Jon's wish made it so that she took on the persona of a Goth and a witch, like the original Athena DeVries. But that was all. Just like everyone else in town, she didn't get new memories and knowledge with her new persona. She only got new feelings, new tastes, new desires, new attitudes, etc. But no new knowledge.
She closed the book reluctantly. Just because she couldn't read the book didn't mean that someone else couldn't. She had to find someone who could. Maybe then she could figure out what was happening. And maybe put a stop to it.
Although, really, was it so bad being a witch?
