Fiction: Thursday's not a good day to wreak havoc

This month's Words for Wednesday prompts are supplied by Alex J. Cavanaugh and are hosted at River's blog here. This week's prompts are: conglomerate, Thursday, catfish, blue, fantastic, Atlantis. Another optional prompt is Charlotte's colour of the month - Dusty Mauve. 
    The aim of Words for Wednesday is to use one or all of the prompts to write something - ie, a story, a poem, an essay or any forms of writing, fiction or nonfiction, basically write anything you want.
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Fiction: Thursday's not a good day to wreak havoc
Charm's grandmother Opal always said Thursday was a good day to wreak havoc on those who wronged you but Charm didn't believe it. Besides, it was her birthday and she wanted to be guilt-free and injury-free. 
    At the Blue Atlantis Burgers and Grub diner, Charm and her husband, Reece, their triplet pre-teen sons, Reece's youngest sister Mary and her spouse Jack and at their toddler son, Reece's older brother Joseph and his spouse Jane and their two teen daughters, Reece's aunt and uncle and their two daughters with their spouses along with various relatives conglomerated for Charm's thirty-ninth birthday dinner. The diner was too fantastic to take in - star constellations on the ceiling, booths in hues of blues and silver, star patterned floor tiles and oldies music flowing from an old-fashioned jukebox. Even the waitresses wore headbands with antennas that ended in fuzzy pompoms. Charm was in heaven. When Reece suggested the diner for her birthday dinner and shown her photographs, Charm had thought he had been catfished until she heard one of her friends recommended the diner.
    When they finished dinner, one of the waitresses wheeled out a large cake topped with a single candle shaped 40. Thunder clapped and rain began splattering against the glass panes and the door. Everyone turned to look but it became too dark to see anything out there.
    A shiver ran down Charm's spine. Was someone going to wreak havoc on her birthday? 
    The door flew open and a gust of wind swept in and started circulating around the room as if searching for something. A tall figure entered with his face hidden by a brick cowboy hat. His long trench coat's tails was fluttering by the breeze. As if he was starting in some movie, the man lifted his head, tilted his hat with a finger and grinned, all suave and confident. "Charmaine Wonders! Step forth!" he shouted. Everyone's eyes veered toward him.
    Was this man here to kill her? Charm didn't want to respond. The man turned his head and looked right at her. "Well, there you are, sitting there like a queen, the very picture of your grandmother. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Charmaine Wonders. Please step outside with me." He turned, swept out and took the wind with him.
    Charm glanced at Reece, at her children, and the rest of the family. None of them knew of her family heritage. Witch wasn't a word commonly used around here even if there were strange goings-on. But Charm couldn't ignore the man. He may hurt Reece or her children or any of them if she didn't respond. She stood up, glanced at her husband and family and said, "I'll be right back." She smiled as she made her way out of the diner.

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"What do you want?" Charm shouted. How did his cowboy hat stay on the man's head with the wind circulating around and over them? The rain abruptly stopped. She brushed away raindrops from her dusty mauve slacks. If the dress she had wanted to wear didn't have a tear in the back, she might had wore it today. Her clothes sometimes did things like that as if it knew she shouldn't wear them. She wished she had taken her coat with her before coming out of the diner. The awful wind was chilling her to the bone. 
    "Just revenge. Let's duel. Whomever gets shot loses." He replied and grinned. Even standing about five feet from her, she could still see his gleaming teeth under the yellow streetlights. Charm had never seen such perfect teeth. Or the pistol in her hand. If this man was powerful enough to control the weather, why would he need to duel?
    She turned to look behind her at the diner but she couldn't see within. It was all darkness just like all the windows in all the stores and buildings around them, just like the sky. If there had been people, they were nowhere. "I won't duel with you!" she shouted. Oh goats! Why didn't the idiot just stop the wind so they could hear each other properly? She swallowed. Shouting made her throat dry. Curving her finger into a bowl shape, she gathered the wind in her palm and then she squeezed it out of its existence. The sudden silence made her breathing sounded loud, abrasive. "I don't care for a duel and really, if you're to take revenge, you have to do it yourself. I will not participate. Now, stop all this nonsense, leave and let me go back to my family." She dropped the pistol to the ground. 
    "Duel or die!" he shouted. 
    "No!" she replied.
    He stomped his boot foot like a child. "Come on, it's the easiest way to settle the matter!"
    The pistol returned to her hand but she dropped it again. "No!" She stood staring at him.
    The man stomped his feet. "This is not the way it should go! No! No! No!" 
    Time to stop this nonsense. She squeezed her right hand, spread out her fingers and the wind returned. She threw it toward him. It wound around him in a constant loop and trapped him. He grunted and started struggling. She strolled toward him. "Don't you know not to interrupt people on their birthday? It is rude and very bad for Karma, Mr.—"
    He stopped struggling and smirked. "I'm Hurried Otter. Didn't you hear me say my name right before I entered the diner?"
    "Out here? Where nothing could be heard except the thunder and rain? Are you kidding me?" If Charm heard anything, it wasn't his name.
    "I thought it was loud enough. It shattered a couple of car windows." He peered around and over her right shoulder. "There, that car's window is shattered."
    Charm took a glance at the car with a crack in the window of the door and few pieces of glass shards on the ground below it. "Great job, Mr. Otter. What do you want from me?" 
    "I don't know." The man exhaled. "It's your grandmother Opal I wanted but she's gone..." He sagged as if he was no longer able to stand straight. Within seconds, he lost a foot of height and his clothes drooped to the ground. He was now an unshaven, tiny elderly man with frizzy gray hair, lines and spots all over his face. "She— Opal turned me into this." Otter ran a hand up and down his body. "I was like you see me just now but on Thursdays, I turn into this old man unless I use magic to change my appearance. Why couldn't she had lifted my curse before she passed? I begged her and even bribed her but she refused to see me."
    Charm waved her hand and the wind around him dissipated. She had spend a few years with her grandmother, Opal, just before her death. Opal had a habit of cursing men who were vain and who rejected her. She had admitted she might had made a mistake with some of the men.
    Otter sighed. "Never mind. It's not your worry. Sorry about the interruption." He turned and trudged off with his coat hem trailing the ground.
    Charm pitied Otter but it was her birthday and she didn't want to spend it worrying about him. She dug into her pants pocket and took out the spell book she had inherited from Opal. Unfolding it thrice to normal size, she flipped toward the back where Opal had left a list of people she had cursed and instructions to undo them. Otter's name was second to last. Charm read the instructions and refolded the book and put it back into her pocket. 
    From her lab at home, she grabbed ingredients and equipments through the air. It was one of Opal's creative spells and one that Charm was grateful her grandmother had taught her. After mixing all the ingredients inside a beaker until it became solid, she molded it into a small pill, put it into a pouch, placed the spell on it and sent it on its way to Otter. The pouch disappeared from her hand.
    A few moments passed and a yahoo echoed in the air. The sky brightened. All the windows lost their darkness. Charm turned around to go back to the diner but stopped. Reece was there. "Reece! What— Did you—" If he saw her do magic...
    "Let's go back inside and finish celebrating your birthday, sweetheart." Reece smiled and took Charm's hand and led her inside. 
    While eating her cake, Charm glanced around at the merry faces - it made her glad she never wreaked havoc on anyone.