The Secret Society

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"Lets make sure she stays there." He smirked and quietly walked inside. "where's her room?"

"This way," Maggie whispered as she led him upstairs to her mother's room.

Jack followed her and queitly stepped into Isobels room. He put his hands out and recited the sleep spell in his head before looking back to Maggie. "That should be it. She's Sleeping Beauty until the spells lifted." he smirked.

"Are you sure?" Maggie asked in a whisper nervously.

"Only one way to find out." Jack said. "Try to wake her."

Maggie gave him a nerous look before she walked over and tried to wake her mother up.

"I'm pretty powerful." Jack teased her when he saw his spell worked.

"This is probably the best thing that's happened to me in ages," Maggie chuckled.

"The night is ours. What do you want to do?" Jack asked her.

"Anything," Maggie said, she felt free for once in her life.

"There's probably some parties we can crash?" Jack suggested.

"I am up for anything as long as it's nothing that can get back to my mother tomorrow morning," Maggie told him.

"We'll be careful." Jack chuckled.

"It may be funny now but she had a guy killed that I went out with once," Maggie told him, "She's diabolical."

"She doesn't scare me." Jack told her.

"You're just saying that," Maggie teased with a smirk as they walked out of her mother's room.

"I'm surprised you're worrying about me. I'd almost say you like me." Jack teased as he followed her.

"And what would give you that idea?" Maggie smirked as they headed down the steps.

"You're desperate to go out with me and you're worried your mother will kill me." He smirked.

"I'm just like an average teenage girl," Maggie teased with a smirk.

"I somehow doubt that." Jack laughed. "You're what? 700 years old?"

"712, thank you very much," Maggie chuckled.

"And yet you don't know what you want to do." Jack smirked. "What's something you've always wanted to do but couldn't?"

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