L A U R A N C E ' S      P O V

   I suck in a large breath, my cheeks puffing out slightly, "For Zane. . ." I mutter as Lucinda has me sit in a love seat. A whole contraption of sucking things was at my side, making a lump to form in my throat.

   "Wait." I start loudly, causing Lucinda to flinch and jump back, "What is it?" Lucinda asks, "How-How long is this going to last and how long will the potion last?" I question.

   The orange haired witch thinks for a moment, "This should last from about twenty minutes two an hour and the potion should last for at least three years. At least." Her mentioning that this could take up to an hour just makes that pit in my stomach and the lump in my throat to grow.

   I nod, stiffening, "Lets do this." I say, inviting her to do her bidding with that ghastly tattoo. Lucinda shuffled over to me, another horrid needle in her delicate hands, "Don't tense up. It'll only make this harder for me and more painful for you." She instructs.

   I try my hardest to abide by her rules, but it doesn't exactly work, "One. . ." She starts, "Two. . ." She stuck the needle in the middle of my tattoo at two instead of three, causing me to yelp, "Three." She finishes with a small smirk.

   "Tha-That was on two! Not three!" I wail, excruciating pain flowing throughout my arm. "I know." Lucinda says with a small pop to her sentence.

   I look down at the dreaded needle (if you couldn't tell, I really. . . really hate needles), amazement clouding my pain as I watch the ink getting sucked into it. 

   You're probably going to say 'But Laurance, needles don't suck in things. They just poke normally.' Well, number one, you're wrong. And number two, this is a different kind of needle. It's simple to describe yet hard to explain if that makes any sense whatsoever.

   "Done!" Lucinda chirps, a breath of relief leaving my mouth, "With part one." She finishes after a small pause. I can feel my face paling posthaste [with great speed or immediacy - thanks google. also, if I used it incorrectly, please tell me so I can correct it].

   "How much more is there to do?" I ask with a wavering voice, a nervous smile creeping its way onto my face, "About five more steps." She answers blandly, making it seem like it's nothing.

   "Dear Irene. . ." I mutter under my breath. I can see Lucinda's grin grow out of the corner of my eye, a bitter taste forming in my mouth. Lets just say that my body's not having the best reaction to all this tattoo and needle stuff.

   A devious snicker leaves Lucinda's pink lips as she grabs the next torture device (torture to me at least). She was no longer being patient and kind. Instead, she was being hasty and malicious (in my opinion because we all know my fear of needles-- okay, okay, I'll stop bringing it up).

- T I M E S K I P -

   "Done!" Lucinda exclaims. I wait for a second, seeing if she has anything more to say, "With all the steps." She says, causing another familiar breath of relief to leave my mouth. "Thank Irene." I mutter, probably having said that before.

   "I'm done with you. Now, I just have to take the ink and make a little concoction of ingredients that you shouldn't be knowing about." Lucinda informs, "So, I can leave?" I ask, Lucinda nodding in response.

   I pop out of my seat, that being the fastest I've most likely ever gotten out of a seat, "Bye, Laurance!" She sings, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out!"