The powers she wielded were enormous, but not endless; she'd learned too well that too much could do terrible things, on a night long ago that seemed like just the night before.
So although she could achieve what she needed to by brute force, having the target help was infinitely preferable. No pun. Her current target was all the more susceptible because she still secretly believed everything Andrea was doing was possible.
"I am a Servant of the Secret Sisterhood," the young wife and mother, a regular church-going Methodist, softly repeated what was now an absolute truth to her. Athena Hernandez, nee DeVries, had experienced a milder witchy goth phase than Andrea remembered, partially because her best friend had as well. She'd gone to college, shed the more outlandish affectations, revealing the remarkably beautiful young woman she'd tried to hide being, met a handsome law student, gotten married, etc., etc. To the outside world, she was the beautiful woman next door who taught Sunday school and drove a minivan.
To Andrea, she was the perfect tool.
"And who am I?" Andrea's eyes shifted from their normal blue through every color of the spectrum and beyond. Insofar as Athena could see anything, it would only be those eyes.
"You are a Sorceress of the Secret Sisterhood, and my Mistress," the ensorcelled younger woman replied. Andrea had made this stuff up on the fly, and was both proud of her quick thinking and embarrassed by the fact that the result was crap. Ah, well. One goes to war with the army one has.
"And what is your mission?"
"I will bring Zoe Madison into the Sisterhood," the younger woman replied, her face still perfectly blank. "I will bring her to you."
Andrea nodded and promised herself she'd erase this entire, B-movie-plot memory from her own mind when this was done. "Go, Servant," she intoned. "Do your Mistress's bidding." She would get drunk to help ease the days until that mind-wipe, but the tiny life within her demanded otherwise.
