Sarah arrived home before the fosters and went straight to the bathroom. She had purchased two boxes of blue black. Donning gloves, she proceeded to squirt the solution into her blonde hair. Giggling at the shiny blue color that her light hair absorbed. She had thought to buy a big roll of paper towel so the towels in the bathroom wouldn't be soiled. Making the fosters angry was not on her list of things to do. They had been decent to her if somewhat dim.<br/><br/>While the solution set in, she thumbed through the books. One book marked Wicca for Dummies talked alot about white candles and positive energy and the law of three fold. Something about what ever you did came back on you three times greater. Sarah laughed wryly and shut that book. She found the part in another book, Witchcraft that discussed strong magik, sexual energy and potions. Potions, that caught her eye, just as some of the solution did.<br/><br/>"Ow, shit, damn, frigg," Sarah exclaimed, secure in knowing the fosters wouldn't be home until much later. They went to the gym for aerobics on Tuesdays. She flooded her eyes with water and tested a strand of hair. It was lovely. She hoped Mr. S would like it. Her hair would sort of look like him if she spiked it.<br/><br/>Once the hair was rinsed twice, washed once and dried, it was the most glorious shiny black ever. Thinking of Ksenia Solo, she cut some blunt bangs and then spiked the rest of her hair. Yes! she looked like Mr. S and Kinzie. Now that was bitchin'.<br/><br/>Racing to her room, she dropped to the floor to pull out the candles and the lighter from under the bed. Hastily she arranged the white ones in a circle. and then stepped inside.<br/><br/>"I think I will start small and work my way up if this works." she muttered as she lit each candle chanting Mr. S's name followed by the words strength and well being.<br/><br/>As her butt was starting to hurt, a faint breeze fluttered the curtains to a window that was shut. The wind blew strong enough that the flame leaned sharply to the left. Sarah had an idea. Slowly still chanting, she brought the red candles out and lit them from the red ones until they were all glowing. Blowing out the white ones, her chant changed to just a mono syllable . One by one, she slipped her clothes off, tossing them outside the circle of red candles, sitting cross legged and naked, she closed her eyes with her hands on her knees and began to call on Pan to come to her aid. The pictures on the walls rattled. A mist formed in the corner of the room,<br/><br/>"Sarah!" a voice called and a door slammed, "Sarah! We're home. The instructor sprained her ankle so we brought home pizza, your favorite kind."<br/><br/>The mist dissolved and the room was eerily still.<br/><br/>"Shit" she whispered. Hastily blowing out the candles and stuffing them back in the box. She gathered her clothes and tossed them on.<br/><br/>"Coming," she calls. "Hey, mom, dad. I colored my hair. What do you think?"<br/><br/>Her foster dad raised his eyebrows but whistled, the wolf call in appreciation.<br/><br/>"Oh, Sarah, honey. Look how big your blue eyes are with your hair like that, Aren't you cute as a bug?" her foster mom said as she slid a triangle of pepperoni pizza onto a paper plate.