The wytches Demonia and Toxi followed the other three witches towards the station exit. Dee was aware that they would not be able to follow them for long given conspicuous they were in terms of their goth and cyberpunk slut look.
"Toxi, we need a tracker and soul samples."
Toxicity harumphed under her mask, and responded "Okay, but i have dibs on the brown hair." But Demonia could hear her grin when she continued, "which Ginger are you going for? The innocent daughter, or her prudish mumsey?"
Demi was a bit caught off guard. She hadn't contemplated taking the mother.
An image formed in her mind... of the red-headed mother, her rubinesque form shaved bald of any hair, packed into a leather corset that supported and displayed her breasts with thick steel rings hanging from nipples better described as teats. Her makeup a deep glossy black, and a black latex neck corset forcing her head into an arrogant pose with a sadistic smirk on her face as she fucked some random soccer mom tied to a sawhorse into a stupor with a black strapon.
Demi shook her head. "Hmmm. The idea has some wonderful potential, but we know the girls won't be missed for several days. Maybe that can be a test for the daughter later depending on what we do with her."
Toxicity winked at her best friend. "Lets do it." She opened up her bag (akin to a purse or a miniature doctor's bag), and Demonia reached in farther than was reasonable or possible. She removed two necklaces entwined among her fingers with pentagram pendants.
Toxi closed the bag and Demonia allowed one to slip off the edge of her glossy black 1" talons into Toxicity's hand. The necklaces were silver chains with a pentagram within a circle. And mounted within the center of the pentagram was a clear crystal.
The two wytches extended their hands so that the amulets were hanging from their middle finger so that the pentagram was in the center of their palm with the bottom point facing down. They aimed at their individual targets and began to chant unearthly words under their breath.
For Ginny and Hermione between one heartbeat and another it was like time stopped and all the world was in black and white. They tried to turn to each other but it was a moment in time that was stopped. Then with a feeling like an earthquake both girls appeared to trip over their own feet, only to be caught by the quick thinking Mrs. Weasley.
Behind them, the two wytches looked into their hands. The stone in the center of Toxicity's pentagram was now a glowing yellow with streaks of violet.
Meanwhile the stone in Demonia's hand appeared green with streaks of indigo.
Demonia turned and started walking away, but Tox had one other task. She pushed a small button on the side of her gas mask, releasing a larger than normal quantity of her tantric potion into the filter, and then after taking a deep breath, she removed her mask and blew a kiss.
Hermione began to turn around, but Molly was still fretting so she was wrapped up in a Molly Weasley fussing.
Ginny, however was free to look around to see if anything happened, and as she looked behind her, she saw one of the crazy looking muggle women take off a mask and blow her a kiss. Ginny gasped out loud, as she did so, she could feel the girl's lips. She could see that the girl had two rings in her lower lip. She could feel the lip rings.
She could feel the lip rings?!?!.
She could feel something else running over her lips, as if there was an invisible tongue made of smoke seeking entrance to her mouth.
Ginny closed her eyes as she felt the tongue with three metal balls massage her own tongue before the smoky substance dissipated in her mouth. The whites of Ginny's eyes flashed a venomous neon green, and she moaned.
"Ginny, are you allright?" Her mother asked as she turned her attentions to her daughter.
"Huh, what?"
Molly began fussing over Ginny, the red head who now had no memory of what just happened other than her tripping over her own feet.
Hermione, with Molly distracted by Ginny's imbalance looked around and behind them, but no one was around acting suspiciously.
As Demonia left for the other exit she thought that this was perfect. Her and Toxi could watch the concert they came to town for, then they could make proper preparations to play with the prude's princesses. She smirked at the alliterative word games in her head. This was going to be a good night.
Toxi, on the other hand was ecstatic. Wand wavers! Her tracking spell also allowed her to share Ginny's senses, so she could hear the mother, now identified as Mrs. Weasley, and her personal target, now identified as Hermione, discussing spell work. Wand-waving Witches!
Oh this was too good. Toxi thought to herself, we haven't had the chance to mess with wand-wavers in years.
Toxi giggled like a madwoman, Demi smirked, and as they left the train station, neither Hermione nor Ginny knew what was coming