Michael watched as a rotund man wearing white brought the broiled mutton chops to their table.

"Enjoy the meal!" The man laughed joyously before leaning in close to Michael's ear.

"Found yourself a lass, huh?! I didn't know you had it in 'ya." The man guffawed loudly before slapping Michael in the back.

Michael regained his composure and pushed back his bangs in embarrassment, "Chef..." he quickly turned to look at Aislinn to find her staring at their interaction intensely.

"To think young Michael would finally-mmph..." Michael quickly covered the Chef's mouth before pushing him back to the kitchen. "Alright...alright... I won't bother 'ya anymore!" He said to Michael before turning to wink at Aislinn.

Michael walked back to their table.

"Sorry about that," He rubbed the back of his head. "The Chef always reacts that way when I bring someone with me here."

"You must be close with each other, am I right? Mind if I begin eating?"

"No! No of course not," He pushed the plate toward her, "this is my treat to you after all."

He watched as the lady in front of him pulled back her curly brown locks and dig into the food, as though she had no dignity. It was a stark contrast to the fierce woman he had seen priorly.

He sat still in shock before saying, "You must have been hungry."

She squinted her eyes towards him at this question before nodding her head in affirmation, bits of oil ran down her chin and Michael couldn't help but gulp. They way she ate made the meal appetizing, but that wasn't the main point. He waited until she finished her meal before asking a question.

"So..." she looked at him, "you're a witch?"

She suddenly lunged at him covering his face with her dainty hands. Her eyes were wide and Michael could see them tremble faintly before steeling.

"You must not ever say that word in public!" She hissed, glancing sideways at the people sitting nearby, luckily they didn't seem to have heard and she heaved a sigh in relief.

Michael blinked, "Why not? Just earlier-"

She glared at him, "The wind had been surrounding us at the time, no one would have heard a thing." She suddenly stood up, the plate before her was clean to the point of shining. "Thank you for the meal, it's best we head our separate ways for now." She said, not an ounce of shame could be seen from her countenance, she quickly left the building.

"Wind?" Michael muttered to himself. By the time he came to himself, she was already gone. He paid for the food and left the building in an attempt to find the lady he tried to look for her outside, there was no trace of where she could have went.

"Darn..." He had no choice but to leave the area, and head back to his home; towards the sight of his overbearing mother.

"Witches... I may need to search up more information on that..."

—-

"Brother I'm back! Did you miss me?!" Michael hollered to the other male. He ran to his room knowing the other male would be pretending to be him so as to avoid any suspicions from his Queen mother.

He banged the door open, and sure enough there was a lump on the huge bed.

"Brother! You wouldn't guess-"

"Save it." The voice cut him off curtly. "I need to check your body."

"To think you loved me so much-"

"No, I'm being serious here. What if you were cursed. I can't have you dying on me." Emmett replied.

Michael noticed the somber mood of the room, and stopped fooling around.

"Earlier, what did you mean about that woman being a witch?" He watched as Emmett pursed his lips, and could tell that he was reluctant to tell him.

Michael gazed at the other male until he broke under pressure.

"That 'woman' is a witch." He then began to check Michael's body all over for a 'curse'.

Michael tried to recall in which way the lady's actions were suspicious. And the only time he could think off was when she had covered his mouth, preventing him from talking.

'I thought that was a pretty normal thing to do, after all there are a lot of superstitious people.' Which was why he didn't think much on the act. He only regretted not being able to find a way to meet up with her again. 'I guess it was not fate.'

"Mi- Michael!" Emmett waves his hand in front of his face. "Why are you zoning out! I asked whether or not you understood?"

"Understood what?" He hadn't been paying any attention to what the other had been saying.

"I said you can't meet with that person again."

Michael looked at the other male in exasperation.

"No..." However, it may really end up that way. "How do you know she's a witch, anyway? I thought witches were ugly, as you saw, she is in no way ugly."

He watched Emmett pull at his face in frustration.

"Get this through your thick skull. She's using some kind of illusion to trick YOUNG MEN like us to fall into her trap to kill us and...I don't know- suck out our life essence to permanently stay youthful?!"

Michael was speechless for a while.

"You've been watching too many stage plays recently." Was all he could say in the situation.

"Argh!" Emmett rubbed his head in frustration. "I'm telling the Queen I can't handle this-"

"Brother- wait we can work this out!" Fear slowly overtook Michael. He did not want to face his mother's wrath.

Emmett looked at him, "Promise me you won't meet that witch again."

Michael looked at the other, his mouth went dry at the thought. Emmett began heading towards the door again.

"Okay! Okay- fine. I promise, happy?" Michael said aggrieved that he had been blackmailed so badly.

"Good, now I can finally go and do my work, it's been piling up since you always want to go outside. I don't even understand why I still hang out with you." He glanced at the other with a smile, telling the other he was just joking before he left the room.

Michael tousled his hair and said, "It just wasn't meant to be..." Before realizing that Emmett hadn't told him how he knew the other was a witch.

"Damn it! I was played-"