#broom closest witch things

[wildwitchofthewest]

Fuck, my mom found two of my current spell jars.

Luckily for me, I'm capable of lying and I'm an artistic type so I said that they were a "DIY project" to grow small plants in, like a terrarium, but "I did it wrong".

So afterwards, I pretended to throw them away and then I did some small rearranging.

Let's just say, I'm going to be more careful from now on.

#going to be honest I had a mini heart attack when she had them in her hand #phew #I swear I'm becoming more and more closeted #I'm going incognito #incognito witch mode activated #again #broom closest witch things #broom closet witch #witchblr

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a mage (this is a type of powerful wizard) reader with the strawhat crew!

She is believed to be the last of her kind which often makes her a target of the marine and many of the warlords and emperors

Some want her as a weapon others want her as a wife for either themselves or as a wife for a member of their crew.

But the last thing the strawhats do is to give up on a friend theres no way in hell that they're gonna let anything happen to you.

Please and thank you if thats alright!

-You yawned as you stretched your back slightly, shifting in your bed before you cuddled Chopper who was slowly waking up himself.

-Greetings were passed as you patted his head, smiling softly, “Thanks for being my nightmare buddy, Chopper.” He just beamed, as you had been being plagued with nightmares of the memories of your country’s destruction so many years ago.

-Your home island had been destroyed in a single night, marines and pirates attacking on both sides, after finding the location, wanting mages to use for their own selfish needs.

-It ended with a Buster Call, due to the mages killing several Celestial Dragons, wiping out everyone on the island, except for you, as your mother managed to trap you in a magic bubble and sent you to the Mermaid Kingdom, where you lived until you were grown enough to leave, after harnessing your abilities.

-As soon as word got out, you immediately became the most desired person in the world, marines and nobles wanting to use you for their own selfish needs, pirates wanting you to join their crew to be a weapon, but a lot of it changed once your bounty poster had been released when you were an adult.

-You were stunning!! Your poster was so highly sought after because of how gorgeous you were! Now everyone wanted you not only for your power and abilities, but for your stunning good looks as well.

-You were in luck however, because you found safety in one of the strongest crews out there, the Straw Hat Pirates. You had met Luffy and the others shortly after Alabasta, joining right after Robin, and without knowing your true power, Luffy invited you to join his crew because he thought it was cool to have a mage in his crew.

-You had all become like family, working together, protecting one another, forming close bonds, and you were willing to risk your life for any one of them.

-Chopper was one you were closest with, mainly because he was helping you with your emotional trauma by being there for you when you have nightmares, becoming your nighttime cuddle buddy.

-This is something Sanji hates however, as he wants to be your cuddle buddy, and everyone in the crew has vetoed everyone except for the girls, Chopper, and Luffy, as you trust him and you know he only has feelings for you like a brother would and you adore him dearly for it and your trust in Luffy will never waver, unless if you leave a piece of cake out for you and tell him not to eat it. You will always return with a second slice of cake for yourself as you knew he would eat the slice you left in front of him.

-Zoro was your grumpy, reluctant big brother whom you loved to tease, but he would tease you back, calling you short and stealing your hat, but you evened the odds with your broom, flying above him so you were taller!

-Nami and Robin were both quite protective of you as well as territorial, not liking when they had to share with the boys of the crew. Nami would always steal you away to go shopping and has learned not to ask for treasure hunting spells, mainly because you don’t know any but she doesn’t want to use you like others would. Robin is definitely like your big sister, guiding, kind, funny, wouldn’t hesitate to tease you but also would never turn down a chance to cuddle with you. Any given day you could be found sleeping on top of Robin in her hammock while she reads and she won’t hesitate to punish others who would wake you up.

-Usopp was initially scared of you, thinking you were like an evil witch from fairy tales, which, to be fair, you did tease him with, before you became very close friends, bonding over plants, you making medicines and potions and him making weapons and he never fails to make you laugh.

-Sanji, just like Robin and Nami, was head over heels for you and treated you differently compared to the men, making sure the three of you had the prettiest of desserts and wouldn’t hesitate to turn himself into a living shield to protect any one of you. You’re the only one of the girls who trusts Sanji enough to give him a lap pillow, for a short while at least.

-Franky was the best big brother you could have asked for, he’s funny, loves your vibe and style, and loves to come up with inventions based on your magic, to make you even more powerful. Franky is one of the few that you can relax completely around, because you know he will keep you safe.

-You adored Brook to pieces, when you first met him your eyes were so sparkly, seeing a walking, talking skeleton, that you almost missed his first words to you, “Beautiful young lady, may I see your panties?” After that one hiccup, you and Brook were almost always together, as he was the only one, besides Chopper, who was light enough to carry on your broom with you, which made you a deadly death-from-above pair.

-You met Jinbei when you were a child, as he had been the one to find you and brought you to the king and queen, so you would be safe, so you were very close to him, even calling him Boss from time to time which always made him grin. Having grown up with Jinbei always close by, he became a fatherly figure to you, and he wouldn’t hesitate to fight anyone to keep you safe.

-You’ve met plenty of other crews, Law’s was your favorite only because you loved Bepo to pieces, finding the fluffy polar bear so cute.

-Those you called allies were glad you were on their side, after showing your immense power, taking out a whole marine fleet by yourself, but even as allies, that didn’t stop several of them, Shanks being one of the worst, from flirting with you and trying to convince you to join their crews, but you knew at least Shanks was mostly joking.

-Your bounty was on par with the strongest in Luffy’s crew, wanted alive only because the World Government wanted you for themselves, to use your power for their own gains.

-However, that just made you all fight harder, you weren’t leaving your crew- your family, and they weren’t going to let anyone take you.

#one piece #luffy #nami #robin #franky #brook #chopper #sanji #zoro #jinbei #usopp

[lilylilyloly]

hi hi hello

i saw your headcanon post and wondered if you have more? (about nature wives btw)

ask and you shall receive!

-tortoise doesn’t really like anyone else but shelby at first but he gets really attached to katherine

-if you’ve read my fic “a very long night” you might remember how katherine’s curse turned her hand dead and numb. after it happened, kath starts wearing gloves to hide her cursed hand, but she takes them off around people she trusts (aka shelby)

-kath teaches shelby to dance

-skulkby (skulked shelby) is used to intimidating and scaring everyone away. the only person this doesn’t work against is katherine and it very much confuses her

-adding onto the last one, shulkby is all like idk really creepy shit and kath just does not care because that is her best friend right there and she’s not just gonna leave her like this and skulby is like ??? because she’s not used to being cared for

-dunno if i alr said this or not, but katherine embroidered the little flowers on shelby’s overalls and hat because she thought they’d look cute

-kath’s favorite thing is to pick shelby up and spin her around

-once when kath was monster hunting she got hurt very badly and shelby’s empire was the closest, so that’s were she went and found out that shelby is really good at stitching up wounds or whatever

-and now whenever she’s monster hunting and close to the evermoore (or if she just misses shelby) she’ll stop by with whatever excuse and shelby never complains because she’s usually pretty bored anyway and it gives her an excuse to take a break from whatever she’s doing

-also shelby is regularly up really late at night doing literally anything. maybe she’s studying for a test, maybe she’s rushing on an assignment she forgot about until the night before the due date, or maybe she has nothing to do so she busies herself with stupid shit like randomly deciding to build a mini house for tortoise or learning to bake or reorganizing her entire room. whatever it is, it’s usually not sleeping

-they go on little picnic dates

-remember when i said they’re each other’s first best friends? so like they both never really had a lot of friends as kids and they probably missed out on a lot of the kind of fun things you do as kids with your friends. yk, sleepovers, pillow fights, makeovers, late night talks, and whatever you do as stupid kids idk i didn’t have friends either

-so obviously they do all of it together. kath comes to shelby’s house with popcorn or whatever and they do each other’s makeup and laugh at stupid shit until the sun comes up and it’s super silly

-kath prefers reading shelby’s books because she likes seeing the little doodles and colorful annotations shelby puts in the margins

-shelby, being a witch, was one of the only people who didn’t shy away upon hearing about katherine’s curse when they first met and it didn’t seem like a big deal to her at the time but kath nearly cried right then and there

-katherine’s parents are probably really strict so they do the little cliché thing where shelby’s throwing rocks at kath’s window to get her attention and they run off together in the forest at night

-i’ve heard this one a couple times before, but kath is scared of heights and is super scared of riding with shelby is her broom at first. shelby lightly teases her about it and finds it so so cute

-in my last headcanon post i said before they started dating kath kept accidentally making shelby flustered and didn’t realize. i think after they started dating shelby starts making katherine flustered more with little surprises and sweet words and surprise kisses and it’s super sweet

-kath’s curse is easier to manage on some days and harder to manage on others and on the really bad days she asks shelby to come over so she’ll bring tortoise and make them tea and let kath lay her head on her lap and hold tortoise (because according to shelby cuddles with tortoise makes everything better) and they’ll just chill together and maybe watch a movie or read a book or whatever

-katherine talks pretty much nonstop about literally anything and shelby’s favorite sound in the world is her voice

-remember the sleepover thing ok so whenever kath sleeps over at shelby’s house she takes shelby’s sweaters because they’re warm and comfy and smell like her

i think i have a couple more of these so lmk if y’all want another headcanon post like this

#nature wives #empires smp #empires shubble #empiresblr #empires smp season 2 #empires fanfic #empires s2 #esmp 2 #shelby shubble #katherine elizabeth #empires katherine #empires shelby

[mrcleanheichou]

Wolves are (NOT) Scary Chapter 11

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Female human reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: Talks about slipping a substance into another person’s drink unknowingly. I do feel bad about that being a major plot point and it that it’s really not ok so I’m very sorry if it may be triggering.

Word count:  1,233

Summary: All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Author note: Hi guys! This is where the story is going to actually start getting to the plot. It’s all uphill from here!! Both in the past and present setting.

Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12

Taglist: @dustyinkpages @thickemadame @moonlitehunter @thedarkwinterrose @momoriki @iistrangers @openup-yourmind @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered @lovelyseokjinnie @scuzmunkie @bjoriis @maddypool31 @tfkp0p @blubearxy @stealth-liberal @potaetopic

Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12

~3 years ago~

Ryujin’s party was gonna start in 20 minutes and the bakery was bustling with nervous energy. Yuna was nicer than most witches but she still can be petty. Petty in the sense that she may decide against helping them if they’re late. Especially if her easily irritated familiar had any say on the matter.

It was all hand’s on deck putting boxes of cupcakes into the back of Jungkook’s truck and into the trunk of Hobi and Jin’s cars. Jin took the lead making sure all the flavors were labeled correctly and grouped together. He did not allow Namjoon to help pack them in because they could not afford for their clumsy alpha to potentially screw things up.

“Knock it off, you’re gonna drop those trays.” Hobi said sternly to the two youngest wolves who were both pretending to be waiters at a fancy restaurant and balancing trays with one hand. Jungkook balanced one in both of his hands.

Tae pouted and gave his tray to Jin as Jungkook grumbled under his breath, “We weren’t going to drop them.”

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Finding parking on the street for three vehicles was difficult, the whole normally quiet block was packed with cars.

“Hmm, I thought witches traveled on brooms.” Yoongi wondered a loud touching his chin. Jin laughed his windshield wiper laugh behind him as he popped his car’s trunk.

Namjoon also stared at the cars pondering the conundrum, “Would a broom closest count as a parking lot?”

“I’ve found that leather seats are much more comfortable.” An amused sounding voice sounded right in Namjoon’s ear causing him to jump. She was definitely not there a second ago.

“What the hell?” Jimin said clutching a hand to his chest staring at the strange woman cloaked in a blood red lace corset dress who just smiled sweetly back at him. “Why can’t you witches be normal?”

“Who said you mutts were normal?” A woman with brown bunny ears wearing only a light blue collar snarked back to the silver haired man. He was going to come up with another comeback but he was having trouble when he noticed the woman’s lack of clothing.

“Do you people not own clothes? Why are your familiars always naked?” Taehyung piped up getting out of the passenger seat of Hobi’s car.

“My eye’s are up here, Fido” She smirked at Jimin when she noticed him staring at her breasts before he growled and turned his head as if he wasn’t looking.

“Where’s Yuna?” Namjoon interrupted.

“She’s busy. My name’s Jihyo and this is Nayeon.” The witch said before telling everyone to step back. When the wolves reluctantly stepped away from their cars Jihyo snapped her fingers and two trolley carts ,that looked like old fancy hotel carts that bellhops would use, appeared out of thin air. Then with a flick of her wrist all the boxes from inside Jin’s trunk started floating up and stacking themselves perfectly onto one of them. Then Hobi’s trunk opened when she pointed at it and the same thing happened again. Like clockwork all of the boxes from Jungkook’s truck and the box that he was holding floated to join the others. The sudden force yanking the box from his hands surprised him causing him to yelp.

The whole pack stood there in awe at the magic show they just witnessed until Yoongi piped up breaking the trance they were all in. “Wow, you didn’t even have to say Wingardium Leviosa.”

“Keep it up and I won’t give you the potion.” Jihyo frowned at him.

“The potion? Yuna told us that she needed to go get supplies to make it and it needed to ferment.” Hobi stated cocking his head like a confused puppy.

“Yes, that is true but luckily for you I happened to have left overs of one of the potions she promised you.”  Jihyo once again snapped her fingers and with a magical poof of blue smoke a small glass bottle appeared. “This is ‘accept me’ potion.”

“You could give this to someone and tell them the sky was green and they’d accept that without arguing.” Nayeon pointed at the floating bottle.

Jihyo moved her hand in a ‘shooing’ motion and the bottle moved to Namjoon. The bright green liquid sloshed around with a wine bottle-esque cork to keep it inside. He reached out to grab it but Yoongi got it before he could.

“You need to make sure you use it all at once, in a beverage is the best option. Once you give it you have 24 hours to use it to it’s strongest ability. After that it starts to weaken and you have less of a chance of being able to relay the information you seek to give. You can always use another batch if you mess up but if you already told your little girlfriend what you are and she runs away you can’t magically make her forget her fear and simply erase the memory. So be smart and use it wisely.”

~Present Day~

The most noticeable thing of this train station was the huge gold water fountain that greeted you as soon as you walked up the stairs from the boarding platform. It was of a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of a waterfall surrounded by wolves at the bottom. You knew immediately that it was to pay tribute to the Lunar Goddess, the deity all werewolves pay respect to. Things like this were usually only seen at temples deep in the woods where humans don’t go. The existence of werewolves is still very much a myth in the normal world and will remain to be until the end of time if the council has any say. Only a small amount of humans know and it’s because they’re fated to be pack mates. So seeing that so out in the open cemented the fact that you’re now in a completely different world, making this nightmare feel so much more real.

In your reverie you failed to notice the atmosphere change at first when two huge black wolves approached. A thick feeling of authority that felt much stronger than anytime Namjoon flexed his alpha power wrapped itself around you. You normally couldn’t feel it when he did that but this feeling managed to be so strong even your mere human senses could feel the danger radiating off them.

One of them made it a point to stare you in the eyes with it’s almost glowing ice blue eyes. It’s easy to remember that there’s a person behind a wolf’s eyes whenever you’re around your pack members but these eye’s only gave off pure predatory nature that gave off no sense of humanness.

“Yes this is them.” one of the guards said behind you. You thought you could hear a slight uneasiness in his voice as he addressed the wolves. Hearing that slight wobble you looked around him and noticed the other werewolves just trying to get to their destinations were actively giving the five of you a wide berth.

A push forward and a harsh whisper of ‘Go!’ made Jungkook grab your hand tightly as you were pressured into following the wolves past the fountain towards the unknown. The feeling of being a sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughter did not escape you as you made eye contact with the golden face of the goddess.

#bts werewolf reader #bts werewolf au #poly bts x reader #bts reader angst #bts reader #bts reader smut #bts reader insert #ot7 x reader #namjoon reader #rm reader #seokjin reader #jin reader #yoongi reader #suga reader #hobi reader #hoseok reader #jhope reader #jimin reader #taehyung reader #v reader #jungkook reader

[mad-world-of-meyrin]

My savior, my blackmailer...

Notes : This writing comes from my Hogwarts Legacy story We had it all available on Wattpad in English and French (Nous avions tout). Enjoy !

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Synopsis of the story : ' All my life I've been heading for hell, but never had I thought I'd drag you down as well ' - Sebastian Sallow

' They sold their hearts for diamonds and gold. I refuse to go down the same path as them. You and I have everything. ' -Omnis Gaunt

❗Warning : Hogwarts Legacy game spoilers❗

Y/n is a young witch who entered Hogwarts in the 5th year, and who found her place among the Slytherins. Between her many outings to explore the surroundings of the castle, or her fights against poachers, giant spiders or even trolls, her year was eventful.

Ranrok now defeated, and Hogwarts saved from a disastrous fate, y/n must face new dilemmas : the death of her beloved professor Eleazar Fig; and her budding feelings for two of her closest friends, Omis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow. Two handsome boys with tortured souls. They are the opposite of each other, but have one thing in common : their love for y/n.

The OWLs are fast approaching and the year is coming to an end. Y/n hopes somehow that her 6th year will go well. But between her mixed feelings, the responsibilities that will be entrusted to her at Hogwarts and the new threats that will hang over her and her friends, can she hope to one day find a peaceful and safe life ?

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After almost a fifteen minute walk, we finally arrive at our destination. We can already hear the music and smell the smells of food and sweets that characterize this place.

Garreth takes me by the arm and leads me down a crowded street. An orchestra is playing on the side, several passers-by come out of restaurants or bars, and I can see from the perfectly arranged hairstyles of some ladies that they are coming out of the hairdressing salon of Madam Snelling.

' Hogsmeade, my second home ! ' Said my friend while jumping like a child.

' What do you want us to start with ? Honeydukes ? Gladrags ? I'll also have to go to J. Pippin's Potions and Spintwitches. '

' Um...better do what you want first. I think that of the two of us, you will be the one who will take the longest. ' I said, laughing tenderly.

' As you wish miss L/n. So, let's go to J. Pippin's Potions, it's the closest. '

Garreth and I run around the streets like two excited kids, but we don't care, it makes us feel good. We laugh out loud for no particular reason, and inadvertently bump into a few passers-by.

Once we reach our goal, Weasley immediately buys everything his wallet allows. In total, it comes out with a dozen articles.

' What are you going to do with all this ? A new secret potion ? '

My friend nods with a smile on his lips.

' I want to know what it's going to be ! Something that will help us make whoever we want disappear ? Or being able to read other people's minds ? ' I said pulling his arm towards me to annoy him.

' Be more inventive Y/n ! Well, all I can tell you is that it will benefit a lot of people, mainly you. '

The smile on his face fades as he says those words, and his gaze is lost in space.

It's weird, but it's Garreth...I'm going to act like this conversation never happened, he'll tell me more when he feels like it.

' W - well ! Let's go to Spintwitches ? ' I said trying to change the subject subtly.

We head to the sports needs store. I know that before the cancellation of the Quidditch year, Garreth was on the Gryffindor team. I imagine he wants to buy some new gear in case Black decides to rehabilitate this practice next year.

When we walk into the store, Albie Weekes greets us with a beaming smile.

' Good evening ! What a pleasure to receive the visit of two of my favorite customers ! '

My friend walks up to the shopkeeper and shakes his hand as a sign of politeness.

' I need a new broom. Mine has had a few...issues lately. ' He replies, approaching the selection of flight equipment.

We spend a good quarter of an hour with Mr. Weekes, Garreth familiarizing himself with the brooms he likes the most.

After paying for the goods, we leave the store.

' I didn't know you had trouble with your broom. ' I told him looking at him, curious.

' It broke recently. I was flying in a too risky area where air currents are usual, and my broom swerved. Not only did I land in a frozen swamp, but my equipment also collided with a massive rock. ' He said mimicking each action.

' Wait... So that's why a week ago you came to potions class all soaked and you smelled like dugbog ?! '

Garreth laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

' Yes exactly. Sharp really didn't like it. And...how do you know what the dugbogs smell like ? '

' I was forced to face a whole bunch of them...against my will, believe me. ' I said, shaking my head from side to side as the memories flooded into my mind.

We continue to share with each other all the rather funny misadventures that we have experienced during the year, when we arrive in Gladrags.

' So, I buy the uniform, and then we go to The Three Broomsticks ? ' I ask, to be sure we're on the same page.

My friend nods his head smiling fondly at me.

I always feel confident by his side. I know he will never hurt me and that I can be myself with him without worrying.

We enter the store. While I look for a new uniform with the help of one of the shopkeepers, Garreth takes a look at the shirts.

After a little while trying on different outfits, I finally found the one that suits me.

The skirt is a bit darker than the basic uniform, the shirt is white, and beautiful silver roses are embroidered on the left side. The wizard robe is black and green, and a large snake, also silver, is embroidered on the back of the garment.

' It's a temporary collection, so the items in it are quite expensive. But since it's for you, Miss L/n, I'll lower the price. ' The Head manager told me.

And indeed, I was entitled to a great reduction. I only paid a quarter of the original price !

Garreth and I exit the store. I'm as happy as a niffler when he gets galleons.

My friend puts his arm around my shoulders, and points to the light emanating from The Three Broomsticks.

' Are we going to drink this butterbeer ? I'm starting to get thirsty ! ' He said grabbing my arm.

I sigh, laughing, and we find ourselves running like two fools again.

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Sitting at one of the tables on the upper floor of the establishment, me and the young Gryffindor quietly await our drinks.

He grabs my hands and holds them firmly in his.

' Y/n seriously. Tell me why you were alone at the Boathouse earlier. I'm sure getting some fresh air wasn't the first thing on your mind when you went there. '

' Well... if you want to know everything, while Ominis and I were in the reception room, he started talking about a sensitive subject and...I preferred to leave. Usually I would have had to face it, but at the time I didn't have the strength. ' I say, squeezing one of his hands.

' Sallow, again ? ' My friend asks.

I respond by simply nodding my head. I must admit that he and Sebastian are not the best friends in the world. Yet they rarely spoke to each other. But they have harbored a powerful hatred for each other for a long time, from what Ominis had told me.

' I'm going to be honest with you Y/n. This boy is a real poison. Whether it's for you, for his friends or even for all the other students of Hogwarts. He is toxic and knows it very well, but as he manages to get everything he wants one way or another, it's not a problem for him. Tell me, how many times in the year did he make you cry ? Has he ever apologized for treating you so miserably ? ' Garreth said, a dark glint in his eyes.

' He...he's not a monster, you know ? He just doesn't think about what he does or what he says. He's spontaneous, that's all. But it's not necessarily his fault… ' I said, my voice getting weaker and weaker.

' You see, that's exactly the problem ! You are always looking for excuses for him, so obviously in your subconscious he never does anything wrong ! I know what happened Y/n. I know he killed his uncle. '

When the information reaches my brain, I can no longer move. How is it possible ?! No one else besides Ominis and Anne knows about this !

' How's that... '

I try to articulate a few words, but Garreth immediately stops me by putting his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. Sirona Ryan arrives at our table and places two mugs of butterbeer on it.

' These are for you ! Have a nice evening ! ' She said smiling at us.

I stare at the liquid in front of me, horrified by the revelation the young Gryffindor has just made to me. Then I raise my head in his direction.

The latter smiles as if nothing had happened, it's almost terrifying, and raises his mug to the ceiling to toast.

' To that siren attack ! We wouldn't be here if it hadn't happened. '

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #wizard #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #x reader #fanfic #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #natsai onai #amit thakkar #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #romance #wattpad

[authorofcelesti]

Shelby flew through the storm, narrowly dodging bolts of lightning. She considered turning her broom around and heading back to the familiar evermoor, but she shook her head against it.no, i left for a reason. This way, the Witch police will stop hunting me down.

A few minutes and seventeen bolts of lightning later, she figured she should land before she was actually dead. She quickly landed in a small clearing and used her cloak and broom to create a tent. She set down her bag to use as a pillow and quickly fell asleep.

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The next morning Shelby woke up, confused as to where she was. But then she remembered everything. The battle, the explosion, packing, the storm. I never did check to see if the spell worked or not. Crawling out of her makeshift tent, which had done a surprisingly good job of keeping her dry, she stood up and looked around the clearing. The tall pines dripped with leftover raindrops from last night and there was a small pond to her left. Shelby walked over and looked at her reflection in the clear water of the pond and compared it to her wanted poster. She had a spare set of clothes that Katherine had given her to try on about a week before Sausage became possessed, but even with them on, she knew it wouldn't be enough. She tried anyway though.

The clothes were very practical and a lot thinner than her now very ripped sweater and overalls. But she was a lot farther south and it was quite a bit warmer. Katherine had made her a loose blue shirt along with a pair of shorts held up by suspenders. The clothes had come wrapped in a navy blue cloak that had small gems scattered around it, making it look like the night sky. Shelby pulled the hood of the cloak up to cover her brown hair and checked her reflection before sighing. It would have to do until she could either make or find a potion to change it. Which was gonna be a top priority if she wanted to successfully hide from the Academy.

With a sigh, she pulled a map from her bag. Now, she thought to herself, where’s the closest village?

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The village was a peaceful place. The houses were whitewashed and had multi-colored roofs, reminding the witch of Chromia. Maybe I could settle here, she thought, but decided against it as she saw the town's newsboard.

Smack-dad in the middle, between help wanted advertisements and pictures of missing cats, was her wanted poster. Glancing around, she pulled up her hood a bit farther before ducking towards where she sensed magic. It seemed that she would have to travel quite a ways farther to be rid of the posters.

After a few minutes of walking, she found the potion shop. As Shelby walked through the door, a bell above jingled, alerting the shop owner to the presence of a customer.

"Hello there! What can I get you?"

The shop owner was an older man walking out of the backroom of the shop. His blond hair was pulled into a small ponytail at the base of his neck. He had blue eyes and large black wings folded behind his back. A young man, most likely his son, trailed behind him.

"Hi, I'm just looking for something to change my hair color."

"Of course! What color were you thinking?"  The shop owner said as he walked over to a shelf. He picked up one of the bottles and held it towards her." We just made a batch of this bright orange. It would go well with your eyes

"I don't think that I'm near bold enough for that, maybe white?"

"Hmm, I’m pretty sure we have some in the back." He said before turning to his son. "Tommy could you-"

"On it, Dadza." The boy said before rushing into the back.

“What currency do you carry?” the man asked her once his son had passed through the curtains.

“Oh.” Shelby hadn’t even thought of how she would pay for the potion. “I don't really have any currency, but I do have things to trade, like, uh.” she quickly rifled through her satchel for something that could be considered valuable. 

Mushrooms? No. spare rockets? Maybe. Oh wait! The young witch pulled out a handful of blaze rods. The shop owner’s eyes widened at the sight of them. 

“How in the world do you have so many?” he asked her. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by a voice behind her.

“C’mon dad, she’s obviously some kind of adventurer.” Shelby turned to see two boys walk into the shop through the front door. The one who spoke wore a yellow sweater and a gray beanie covering his brown hair. She also noticed that he was slightly translucent and seemed to float an inch or two above the floor. A ghost, Shelby realized. He seemed more, sentient than the other ghosts she’s dealt with. His friend trailing behind him had long pink hair and tusks jutting out the corners of his mouth.

“Well yes, Wil, I can tell that.” the winged man told the newcomer. “I was just surprised that she had so many. You must've spent quite a lot of time in the nether.” he told her.

“You could say that.” she said, “Is this enough to trade for the potion?” 

He waved his hand. “Oh yes, yes. Most definitely. I can even toss in a few healing potions for you.”

“That would be great,” Shelby said, “ thank you.”

<><><>

Back in her clearing, Shelby looked at the potion and scrunched her nose. It smelled absolutely terrible. But if she really wanted the authorities of her trail, this is what she needed to do. She plugged her nose and gagged down the milky potion. She looked at her reflection and watched as her hair slowly turned white, starting at her roots and changing her naturally dark brown hair. She took a step back and gave a little spin. With both the hair color and new clothes, she doubted that anyone would recognize her from her posters. Now she just needed to find a place to settle. But it would need to be even farther from the evermoor than she already was. She carefully wrapped the empty bottle in her large cloak and put it in her satchel before jumping on her broom and taking off with the setting sun on her right.

<><><>

A week of flying later, Shelby was pretty sure she had found the right place. It was relatively isolated, so no one would try to find her, but there was a village with a spellbook store a bit to the east. She was just glad that the bookstore owner had forgiven her for accidentally casting a lightning bolt on him. 

She had set up about halfway up a steep mountain, and as much as she loved sleeping outside, she was getting sick of it pretty quickly.

"Ugh, I miss my bed!" She was currently sprawled on the grass right next to her campfire, a book of spells open next to her. The contents were mostly storm-based, which she had found an affinity for back in the academy. But that wasn’t as important as getting a good night’s sleep. Her back ached from the stupid rock that seemed to dig into her side no matter what position she slept in. she needed a house, stat. She just didn't know where to start.

Maybe I can use magic, like with that first hut in the evermoor. She sat up and ran over to her chest to search for items she could use in a house-summoning spell. She came up with a few scattered items that could work, a few pieces of deepslate, some blue-leafed saplings, some candles, as well as a few magical bits and bobs she'd found.

She set the items in front of her and studied them. Shelby couldn't really remember how she'd done it back in the evermoor. But if she'd figured it out once, the witch was positive she could do it again.

She looked over at the Gem crystal and picked it up. She must've grabbed it on her way out.

“How did Gem say these worked?” she asked no one in particular as she turned the Gem crystal over in her hands. To any normal person, it would just look like an amethyst crystal, like the ones found in Lizzie’s mines. But because of her magical training,  the witch could sense the reservoir of mana contained inside. She recognized the magical signature from the amethyst that had been integrated into Sausage’s magical staff. Maybe I can use it to make a new wand? She considered the thought, but quickly discarded it. The mana inside was too much to fit inside just a wand, and she didn’t have the knowledge of how to filter it out. That was more of wizardry than witchcraft.

The Witch set down the crystal on the ground beside her. But she must've done it too harshly, because her ears were soon met with a high-pitched hissing noise. Startled, she looked back at the crystal and realized that there was a large fracture running lengthwise along its purple surface. The mana inside, she realized, it’s escaping! She picked up the crystal and started panicking. At the rate the crystal was going, it was going to explode soon, and Shelby definitely didn't want that.

Acting on instinct, she threw the crystal away from her.

There was a flash of light and Shelby closed her eyes to avoid being blinded. When she opened them again, there was a tower sitting where she had thrown the cracked Crystal. It had a deepslate base with walls made out of a royal blue wood. What the,  she thought, did- did I do that? But how?  She looked around her little clearing and realized that she had thrown the crystal in the direction of the materials she had gathered. I guess that explains where the spell got the materials.

She walked up to the spruce door and put her hand on the doorknob. Slowly, she opened the door and was stunned by what was inside. The spell had not only conjured up a warm home, but had also furnished it with a kitchen, a fireplace, and-

“A bed!” Shelby quickly pulled off her shoes and jumped onto the soft mattress. It feels like sleeping on a cloud. And with a sigh, the runaway witch fell asleep.

<><Two months later><>

Shelby stepped out the front door of her house and yawned. It had rained the night before, so the ground under her feet squelched with each step. She heard a noise to the side of her and her eyes followed, but she froze when she spotted her mailbox with the lever on the side switched up.

Her heart stopped. Oh no, she panicked, have they found me?

She carefully opened her mailbox and pulled out the single letter placed inside. She sighed in relief as she noticed that the seal on the envelope wasn’t the Academy’s. 

In fact, she thought as she turned the letter over in her hands, weighing it slightly, I dont think ive ever seen that crest before. She carefully opened the letter and read the invitation she found inside.

Dear storm witch,

You have been chosen to participate in the witching event of the century. In the event of my death,

 I always knew that someone would have to rise and take my place as Supreme 

Witch. Which is why I’ve devised a series of games to determine my successor. 

Eight witches, one winner. Will you come out on top?

Follow the North Star during the witching Hour. it will show you the way.

Yours truly, the supreme witch

The Supreme Witch had often been talked about at the Academy. They weren't a single person, but a title passed on through mysterious circumstances. 

Well, not so mysterious to Shelby anymore.

If I was the supreme witch, I could clear my name easily! She realized, Even the Academy wouldn’t dare go against the supreme witch.

#empires smp #witch craft smp #witchcraft smp #shubble #Greatest Witch AU #sbi family dynamic #i didnt realize that the finale was happening today #oops.

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Evocator (Villainous Oc)

Name: Hazel Hubble

Age: Same Age As G-Lo

DOB: November 1st

Occupation: Witch; Superheroine

Affiliations: PEACE; White Hat Organization (later)

Abilities: Summoning Magic; Flying Broom; Magic Book; Summon Merge (later)

Ethnicity: British 

Sexuality: Asexual 

Residence: Britain, England ; Sonata City (currentl)

Relatives: Matilda Hubble (mother); Griffin Hubble (father) ; Faye Hubble (younger sister)

Headcannon Voice Actor: Skye Bennett (English) ; Anabella Silver (Spanish) 

Personality: She is quiet, stoic girl who often has a monotonous and dry toned voice. She often tends to keep to herself unless someone encourages her to join Despite being a rather standoffish person, she can be friends with people if she feels they are welcoming to understand her boundaries and space. She tends to avoid cheery stuff and isn't really enthusiastic  in showing joy. However, when it comes down to helping friends and family she will be as supportive as can be. Despite at first not really vibing with Lady Musica due to her very girl, bright aesthetic, they eventually found things in common with one another and grew close with one another. She has a soft spot towards animals, especially cats. She also tries to take care of her familiars/summons due to seeing them still as living creatures. 

Background: She is originally from a long line of witches/wizards on both sides of her family. She lived in England with her parents and sister while going to a prestigious magic school. However, she got interested in the superhero gig when they were making offers at her school and she decided to go to spark her interest. She got into the training program where she met other fellow sidekick to be like G-Lo and Green Rod. She would then with set up with Lady Musica and protect Sonata City. Lady Musica was then targeted by the Black Hat Organization and was taken out of commission until she met the White Hat Organization which prompted her to join as well. 

* She is inspired by Mai from Avatar, Maud Pie from Friendship is Magic, and Raven from Teen Titans. 

* She knows Latin and can speak it well 

* She actually can sing pretty well. 

* She is actually a good cook. 

* Her family specialty is conjuring familiars from mythical creatures to spirits of various origins. The familiars are in a book that she carries with her . The book can allow her capture familiars. The Book is called the Book Of Summons. 

* She has a black cat named Jett that accompanied her when she became a hero. 

* She will later learn to merge with her summons and become more of a physical fighter. 

* Of the sidekicks, she is closest to Kikakapu, Good Vibes, G-Lo, and Green Rod. 

* She often loves teatime and is seen taking one when she has the chance. Her favorite tea is Early Grey. She also loves tea cookies, teacakes, and sandwiches. 

* She's also an avid book reader and loves reading when she has downtime. 

* As she grows closer to Lady Musica, she actually begins participate in her theater productions. She also loves participating in her tea parties. 

Created through picrew.me/en/image_maker/15904…

#villanos #villainous oc #villanos oc #villainous #oc

[jaileighheathenwitch]

Broom closest wards

The basics of a witchy/spiritual practice are some of the most important parts of your practice, and to be honest some of the easiest practices to do in the broom closet. So here’s some of my favorite broom closet wards.

Sigils and bindrunes - Draw them on walls, doors, furniture, altar space in water, charged or blessed if you’d like, but plain tap water works as well. Dry erase boards and mirrors make great surfaces and you can just say they’re doodles. Use tattoo markers and draw them on your own body.

Crystals - I’m that crazy rock lady in my circle. Crystals are everywhere in my space. Some are just pretty af. Some though, are charmed for protection, among other things. I can do a list of crystal correspondences in a later post if ya’ll want, but personal correspondences are just as important as the “classics”. Place them in the corners of your room/apartment/house/altar to create a “bubble” around your space. Place an onyx or hematite on the top of your door jam to protect from malevolent entities entering your space.

Energetic - Energy work is so amazing for broom closet witches. Being able to sense and manipulate energy allows you to create webs or bubbles or walls of protection that no one else will even know are there.

Decoys - Create poppets to represent yourself, with tag locks inside (hair, fingernail clippings, blood if you’re careful) and use it as decoy.

What other ideas do you have?

#witch #witchcraft #witchythings #heathen #heathen witch #pagan witch #broom closet #in the broom closet #wards #protection #sigils #bind runes #poppet #energy work #pagan #norse paganism #norse polytheism

[amostfoolishgold]

So uhh @pacificwaternymph I may have gotten a little carried away thinking about our witches and I wrote about their meeting. I simply think it's very funny if w!Pyrite is usually all calm and collected and maybe slightly sinister but absolutely ruined that impression in her first interaction with Delilah lmao

(under a readmore bc it's a bit of a Long Boi)

There's not much about her relationship with Delilah that Pyrite would change but, if pressed, she would probably choose the circumstance of their meeting. Pyrite, like so many witches, had been following the competition to become supreme witch. Of course she had, witches tend to be a scattered bunch and celestial witches like herself can be scattered a good deal further than most, but the supreme witch would always be a big deal. The competition was even being broadcast this time around! The remaining handful of the previous supreme witch's staff who were running the thing all had little sprites following each of the contestants fairly constantly and displaying what they saw onto screens across half the country. That did still mean that in order to be watching a screen you had to either hijack the broadcast or be in that half of the country. So Pyrite was among the many witches who had flooded into the cities and towns and villages that surrounded the competition venue. She'd even gotten there early enough to snag a decent room in probably the closest village. Prophetic powers do pay off sometimes and practically every celestial witch who lucked into prophecy had gotten the one about the supreme witch's death. It was really just a matter of tugging on the strings of fate herself to get her nicely situated to watch the competition play out. Admittedly when she'd prophesized she'd "see the competition up close and personal" she was kind of hoping fate would come down on the nice side of that wiggle room and she'd get an invite, and she's still holding out hope that she'll run into one of the contestants during one of the rounds, but she's pretty sure she met a potion witch the other day paying a ridiculous rate to stay in someone's broom closet for the duration of the competition, so she can't complain too much about the room in the Harepelt inn.

It was, in fact, in said inn that she met Delilah. Pyrite had her head face down on one of the smaller tables in the main room, trying to convince herself that having a meal would help with the headache she currently had. It wouldn't, but she also hadn't eaten in a while so she should anyway. She's a fan of Cleo, she really is, the time witch seems the most…competent of the contestants and seems like she'd make a good supreme witch. Plus Pyrite's a massive lesbian so. However, watching her live inevitably gives Pyrite a massive headache and she never fucking learns. Thus, head on table.

And then she feels the frustration and misery fade into a dull echo of themselves, replaced with a subtle tranquillity that she maybe wouldn't notice if she hadn't been sat here wallowing in it for the past hour or so. She jolts upright which, ow, is a mistake, the headache is very much still present and with the sudden movement it all comes back full force. She squints at the handful of people arrayed around the room until she spots a witch at the bar staring intently at her plate of food.

"You!"

Ok yeah she really shouldn't have shouted, there's quite a few people starting at her. The witch at the bar is pointedly not. Pyrite's chair makes a truly awful scraping noise as she stands up and her boots click against the stone floor which isn't helping with the headache even slightly.

"What was that?"

The witch turns to face her with a wince. Under other circumstances, Pyrite might note her fluffy blonde ponytails or her tan skin with a pretty smattering of freckles or her kind eyes or maybe even the way her off-the-shoulder blouse exposes even more freckles dusted across her shoulders. However, in the here and now, all Pyrite can think about is maybe not feeling quite so shit in the next five minutes.

"Honestly? I thought you were having a nightmare. Thought I could help without…well without you knowing."

"Excellent, please do it again."

The witch visibly startles.

"What?"

"I have a very terrible headache from receiving far too many conflicting prophecies because I'm an idiot who keeps watching Cleo's broadcasts. If you have the power to make that suck less please use it."

The witch makes a face that Pyrite cannot even begin to parse, but given the sense of peace returns Pyrite assumes she's working her magic. It takes everything in her not to slump against the bar in relief, instead she opts for a sigh.

"That's so much better." She freezes. "Oh fuck that was just. Incredibly rude of me. I'm Pyrite, celestial witch by trade, and incredibly grateful for the…whatever magic you're doing."

She extends a hand and, after a moment's hesitation, the other witch takes it.

"Delilah, empathetic witch. It's…not a problem."

#i also have in my head the image of w!pyrite like. staring delilah dead in the eyes and making a prophecy that delilah will be loved #but i didnt know how to get there from this so #just have that #everyone who matters takes one look at delilah and goes Is Anyone Going To Cherish Her and then dont wait for an answer #my writing #witchcraft smp #witchsona

[catboymoments]

Olden town lore dump !!!

“The Olden Town” is this inter dimensional planet inbetween reams where the multiverse coalesces- there’s portals on every planet and in every universe that all wind up there. Once it was a garbage dump for the mythological and strange, now it’s a vibrant magical world full of all different creatures.

(Its also thought to be the home of the gods, as they didn’t come from any of the other universes. Mythology and the gods are very important.) Since the olden town is so full of the divine and interspace energy, this allows its citizens to do magic via runes. Simple singular runes allow basic elemental spells, but when they’re linked together or strung in lines on an object, it creates different spells. These are particularly done via spellcards! There’s basic spell spellcards which do attacks, defense and tricks, portal spellcards which create portals, either pocket dimensions or otherwise, and summoning cards which summon either divine deities, monsters, or celestial guardians. You can use runes to “program” certain objects too. This is how wands, brooms, staffs and magic cloaks are made. There’s also things found in the flora and fauna of the olden town which give certain affects- you can use them to make potions. Humans are called “witches,” and there’s many different species. There’s demons, dragons, fae, nymphs, pretty much any creature you can think of. There’s not one singular leader. Different countries have different heads, and they’re all ran differently in a parliament/cabinet fashion which oversees different affairs. There’s usually one school per continent, and they all have different cultures.

The city that this story takes place in is called “Helios,” a bustling Oceanside town that’s closest to the continent “Nymaara”‘s school called “The Stellarium, a well known and Ancient learning institution….

#the olden town #my ocs

[ladylilithprime]

We're Rising, We're Soaring

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural: 

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Sam Winchester and the Novak Brothers Are Married-In-Spirit, Sam Winchester Is An Indulgent Godfather, Flying

Summary: Samantha Maxine Moore has been looking forward to this ever since she got her perfect report card. Sam Winchester-Novak doesn't mind indulging his goddaughter in her somewhat literal flights of fancy.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 15: Reward

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THE PEACEFUL JUNE afternoon in the garden of Palo Alto's most powerful witch was abruptly disturbed by the roar of a car engine that cut off sharply followed by the opening and slamming of a car door and hurried footsteps running along the flagstone path to the gate. "Uncle Sam! Uncle Cas! Uncle Jimmy!"

"Sammi!" four adult voices chorused in varying levels of delight and exasperation. Another car door closed, more gently than the first, and less hurried footsteps followed up along the flagstone path as Jessica Moore sighed, "We've talked about this, Sammi. You don't know if your uncles might be in the middle of a meditation or sparring when we come over to visit, so you have to be quiet at first."

"Sorry, Mom," Samantha Maxine Moore said contritely, ducking her head before looking up at her godfather and his partners. "Sorry, Uncle Sam, Uncle Cas, and Uncle Jimmy."

"It's okay this time, Cabbage," Sam WInchester-Novak chuckled as he brushed the dark soil off his hands. "We knew you and your mom were coming, so we're just taking care of a bit of replanting."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Jess asked, her eyes searching Sam's, then glancing over his shoulder toward his partners. Thanks to the open bonds between them, Sam didn't have to look behind him to know that John Castiel and James Constantine Novak were exchanging fondly exasperated looks.

"He took a nap after lunch," Jimmy answered . "And Cas and I are here to catch if he tires out faster than he thinks he will."

"Besides, we know Sammi has been looking forward to this ever since she got her report card," Cas chimed in. "We would not dare disappoint her."

"Wrapped around her finger, you are, all three of you," Jess shook her head in amusement. "Alright then. Sammi? Remember the rules?"

"Hold on tight, no screaming, don't let go at any point, and don't tell my friends that when I said my uncle would take me flying I didn't mean in a plane," Sammi recited, rocking back and forth on her heels with a bright grin.

"Someone's been spending too much time with her Uncle Dean," Sam snorted, accepting a wet cloth from Jimmy and wiping the remaining dirt off his hands. He rolled his eyes when Sammi turned bright green puppy eyes on him and shook his head. "Okay, come on then."

He stepped out of the garden gate and turned to accept a kiss each from his partners. Cas was the one who handed him the "broom", which was really a ceremonial staff made from a long branch of red oak that had been carved into the shape of an oar and engraved with several protection and strengthening runes. Technically, Sam didn't need it or anything else to fly, but Sammi had insisted that a witch needed to fly on a broom and the staff had been the closest thing he was going to get without using an actual sweeping implement.

And Sam knew that having something solid under them, even just a hardwood oar, made Jess feel better about the whole enterprise.

Sam focused on the staff, wrapping his mental "hands" around the wood of the oar, and then let go, making a show of letting it float in the air by itself, much to Sammi's delighted bouncing. Bracing himself on the handle, which "obligingly" lowered to make mounting up easier, he settled himself with as much comfort as he could manage sideways on a wooden pole, then reached out an arm. Jess chuckled as she lifted her squirming seven-year-old up and into her godfather's firm grip.

"Hold on tight to the handle," Sam reminded her, adjusting his own grip forward to give her room to wrap her hands tight around the carved surface. "Ready?"

"Ready!" Sammi nodded. "Love you, Mom!"

"Have fun, sweetheart!" Jess laughed as she stepped back and waved. With a quick glance over at Jimmy and Cas, Sam took a deep breath and allowed his focus to shift, turn, and move. The oar, and its passengers, was sent racing up away from the ground and above the treetops to the delighted whoops of the straight A first grader with the best witchy godfather ever.

#sastimmy #supernatural fic #fluffyfebruary2023 #sam winchester #castiel #jimmy novak #jessica moore #samantha maxine moore

[animefankotaro]

Trans Kiki

Kiki was a young 13 year old witch in training. She left her hometown for Koriko to improve her witch skills. She didn't have many friends in her hometown. Not that she didn't have any but no one to close. Really her closest friend before going was a cat named Jiji. After moving to her new town she moved in with a baker named Osano. She agreed to let her stay for free in exchange for delivering her goods. She soon become quite successful with this. She also met Tombo; a smart boy who Kiki would be lying if she said she didn't find him cute. After saving him from falling to his death they both grew closer. Because of this Kiki felt she needed to tell him the truth.

“Hey Tombo.” Kiki and Tombo were sitting on a hill watching the sunset on the sea. “Can I tell you something.” Tombo notice her concern.

“Is it something big?” Kiki nodded. “You can. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me too.” Kiki was playing around with the needles on her broom.

“I wasn't born a witch.”

“You weren't born a witch? What do you mean?”

'Well, it's not that I wasn't born one in a way. People didn't think I was one because of the way I was born.”

“The wrong way?” Tombo questioned.

“You know how only girls can be witches? That's why people didn't think I was a witch at first. I wasn't born a girl. I was born a boy.”

“Wait! Do you mean that you're trans?” Tombo asked. Kiki nodded her head and sighed.

“I knew I was a girl early on. Not only because I felt like one but because I showed witch powers which only girls have. I can remember when it all started.”

Kiki flashback to when she was a young child. She was wearing her mothers clothes and giggling. That is until her mom caught her.

“How many times did I tell you not to wear these?”

“A lot.” Kiki looked guilty. “But why can't?” Kiki looked sad.

“Because they're for girls.” Her mom said. Her mom sighed as she took them off and walked away. Several months later she also saw Kiki trying to do the same magic she could.

“You can't do magic honey” She told her child.

“But why? I wanna do magic too.”

“Only witches do magic, sweetie. You're not a witch.”

“Maybe I will be one day.” Kiki said hopefully.

“Only girls can be witches. You're a boy.” Kiki looked saddened by this.

“Could you turn me into a girl with your magic, mommy?” Her mom was surprised by this question. Why would he want her to turn him into a girl?

“Oh, sweetie. You're a boy because you were born that way. Why don't you wanna be a boy?

“I wanna be a pretty witch like you. I wanna fly on a broom with the wind going though my hair and skirt. I love magic, mommy.” Her mom sighed.

“There are spells and potions that can change the body but they're hard to make. They're also permanent. That means you could never change back. Because of that everyone agrees kids shouldn't have them because it's a big decision. Kids have trouble with big decisions.”

“Then can I take them when I'm older?” Kiki asked.

“Maybe, sweetie. We'll see.”

A couple years later when Kiki was 9 she began to show something that shocked everyone. That was magic. She levitated from the ground on her broom. No one could believe it. Only girls had magic.

“Mom mom look! I'm flying. I told you I was a witch!” She said gleefully. Kiki's mom took her to a special doctor who specialized in witches.

“He was flying on a broomstick. Or levitating that is. I just don't get it. Only girls show signs of magic.”

“Has he always been interested in witches? She asked.

“Yes. Ever since he was little. He, well, he was always on the feminine side. He's told me before that he wants to be a girl and even change his body.”

“Well. There have many stories of boys or men who had magic before. I'm not sure how many of them wanted to be female. Maybe he really is a witch inside. How about you let him be one for a while and see how things go. We'll see from there.”

So Kiki became a witch that day. Her mom started to teach her how to fly not long after. She also bought her a red bow for her hair. When she turned 13 she set off for 1 year like other witches do. Before she went her mom gave her the potions that would change her.

“I-I can be a witch permanently?” Kiki had tears in her eyes.

“If you truly want to be.” Her mom smiled. Kiki drank the potions and her mom performed a few spells. After a while Kiki was a true witch.

“Thank you, mom. I promise I'll be the best witch and daughter I can be.” Her mom hugged her daughter and sent her off.

Back in the present Kiki and Tombo were still on the hill. The sunset was gone and it was dark now. Lightning bugs were buzzing around as a cool breeze blew.

“And that's how I became a witch.” Kiki said. Tombo sat up straight.

“Sounds like quite a journey.” Kiki nodded. “I believe you're a witch too. The fact you went so far to prove it shows you are. You're a girl, Kiki. With or without magic.” Kiki smiled at this.

“Thank you, Tombo. You're my best friend.” The two stared off into the village with all the lights on and people going about their day.

#kiki #kiki's delivery service #studio ghibli #hayao miyazaki #anime #Headcanon #one shot #fanfic #tombo #trans #transgender #transgirl

[icarus-suraki]

for the halloween asks: bat, cemetery, ghoul, king, mysterious, spell aaand gory, as a freebie ;)

Bat - What’s your favorite creature associated with Halloween?

I got your bat right here!

Cemetery - Have you ever gone ghosthunting? If not, would you?

I’ve never gone, alas. But would I go? Yes. The closest I’ve come was a presentation at the library from a group of local ghost-hunters that I had to set up and coordinate. They came in with all their videos and photos and audio recordings and all this good stuff, which was neat. I’m a major skeptic though, and I was not all that impressed with some of their “evidence.” But it was fun.

Unfortunately they also told a long story about investigating some off “activity” in a recently-constructed house. So no deaths, not a lot of time for residual stuff, not a place one would expect activity. But there was a teenage girl who lived in the house. I’m sitting in the back of the conference room like “Ah ha! It’s her. Teenage girls and poltergeist activity go way back.” But no. They claimed they’d tracked the energy back to the girl’s closet where she had one of those plastic reproduction Death Note notebooks. She’d written someone’s name in it, whatever--I mean, I had one of those notebooks, we all wrote each other’s names in it. And these Serious Ghost-Hunters were just sure that this thing, this “Death Note,” was the source of all the energy and activity. No, guys. You’ve fallen for the equivalent of standing under an A/C vent and thinking it’s a cold spot.

They did talk about visual snow for a while, which was different. And a woman in the audience talked to them after for quite a while (I was nearby because I needed to pack up the chairs) about how she felt like there was someone with her, like a ghost or something, and she thought it was this former boyfriend who had died and whatever whatever. The ghost-hunters seemed to think, yes, it was him and I think she asked them to come out to her house for investigations.

Anyway, even though I’m a huge skeptic and I will pick apart any photo, video, or audio evidence of “ghosts,” it would still be fun to be like “Yeah, but what if--?” and go out looking for ghosties.. 

Ghoul - What’s your favorite horror/Halloween song?

Without a doubt, “Beast of Blood” by Malice Mizer

It just 100% my Halloween/secret-inner-goth aesthetic. Red-black-white color scheme, Gothic Aristo and Lolita outfits, beautiful people with beautiful eyes, mysterious and dreamlike set of images... It’s perfect. I used the MV as inspiration for a half-written Godchild fanfic.

King - What’s your favorite Halloween tradition?

You mean, like, locally/personally or like in general? I’ll go with personal traditions. Actually, it’s more a familial tradition. Actually it’s two familial traditions.

We’ve got this vintage early 1980s slightly country-style fabric witch that we’ve hung on the fireplace for as long as I can remember. She’s riding on a broom almost in profile and she’s got to be, like, two feet across. She’s called Vick Vitch because the Wicked Witch figures as a character in the children’s book Each Peach Pear Plum and my brother couldn’t quite say “Wicked Witch” yet and it came out as “Vick Vitch.” It’s been nearly 40 years since she was named Vick Vitch and we still refer to her as Vick Vitch. 

(In recent years, my mom has made a small sign to hang nearby that says, “Yes I can drive a stick.”)

Besides that, my mom will always make this kind of ground beef and vegetable soup. She started making it when I was old enough to go out trick or treating, I think. It’s just an easy thing to make: brown the meat, add water and bullion, throw in frozen vegetables, throw in canned tomatoes, add a few spices and a bay leaf, then let boil. It can just simmer on the stove for hours, so she’d make it on Halloween night because she (or my dad but usually her) would be up and down all through supper answering the door for trick or treaters. She could just ladle up a bowl for each of us and that was it. We were good. We literally refer to this soup as “Halloween soup” now. We can eat it at Christmas and we’ll still call it “Halloween soup.”

A more recent tradition is that my dad and I will make some kind of goofy, electronic Halloween decoration. Like a little LED pumpkin. Or a black foamcore board bat with red LED eyes. It’s nothing for him to pull out a bunch of LEDs from his supplies and solder a little circuit together. It’s great.

I also like carving pumpkins pretty well. I like designing the pattern to cut.

Mysterious - What’s your favorite unsolved mystery?

Why must you ask me this??? This is such a hard question to answer because there are just so many fascinating unsolved mysteries. I’ve literally got a massive, massive “unsolved mysteries” iceberg in my drafts--and they’re not all murders or missing people either. Some are science and philosophy. And I don’t know all the topics on the list as it goes down further--for once. It’s got all the classics (Yuba County 5, Black Dahlia, Hinterkaifeck, the Monster of Florence, Taman Shud/the Somerton Man, Ted Cruz the Zodiac Killer, the Boy in the Box...) but there’s some weird, weird stuff in there. 

I guess... Hmm... If I’m going to pick one, I really like D.B. Cooper. No one (except maybe Cooper) died, no one was hurt, the plane landed, everyone go out, and it’s just such a bonkers story. I know intellectually that Cooper probably died after jumping out of the plane in a storm. But in my heart I want him to have survived. 

My favorite pet theory about D.B. Cooper is that he was actually a trans woman. She had transitioned at some point before the hijacking but could pass as a man (having presumably done so for years). So she disguises herself as a man, passes herself off as a man, carries out of the hijacking, escapes, survives, and then goes on living as a herself. The FBI, the CIA, the police--everyone’s looking for a man, so she goes undetected for the rest of her life (maybe she’s still living, I don’t know).

Addendum: her name was Barbara Dayton!

I read about this one I think in 2016, when the FBI formally suspended the investigation.

Not gonna lie: I do think of Cooper as a kind of folk hero. I almost wish this one was never solved.

Spell - What kind of magical power would you like to have?

I’m so basic but my longtime answer is “to be able to fly.” Anymore I think it would be so cool to be able to shapeshift. Want pointed ears? Got it. Want wings? Got it. Want to be the hottest possible version of yourself but another gender? Got it. That would be amazing. That would be entertaining to no end.

Gory - Do you like horror?

Are you really asking me if I like horror? Are you really asking me if I like horror? 

Of course I do. Don’t be silly. I’m a bit picky about it, not because I get squicked or upset by a lot of things (I have one (1) thing that really gets me in visual horror media) but because sometimes the work or piece of media is just...boring. I’m not a huge fan of horror novels and stories but that’s mostly because they don’t seem all that horrific. It might be because they’re obligated to explain or overexplain elements of the story--much like creepypasta stories or horror ARGs or horror YouTube channels end up doing. The Backrooms were more unnerving before there was all this fucking lore attached to them. But on the whole, yeah, absolutely, I’m a complete fucking sicko and I like horror. 

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@sugarfm​ - jason !

This is the new world. Meant to be a bright, sunny future, build for witches who had finished their schooling, and were ready to chase their dreams. A new time, for them to grow into adults... but the world isn’t quite so GIVING, when so much is at stake, is it? For before they’d even stepped out from their school yard dramas, there was word upon the street, words spoken in a hush about what was going on, and who was coming. A future, made just a little bit cloudy with the unknown. People are being snatched off the streets and all they get are rumours. Nothing that helps them, the kind of nightmare fuel that, she suspects, that great EXISTENTIAL OTHER wants them to feel. Even uttering the name of the enemy has given it power; they call him Voldemort, and with it, they’ve seen all too many people come and go, trading favours for power, trading secrets for protection. A different kind of world than that with which she’s come up in, but Marlene’s thrown all that in the rubbish in order to stand with what she sees is right.

But her parents seem to see right through her, her return to the family, an excuse to sweep her off towards America, of all places. Her friends left to fight... They’re too young for this; too achingly young, and maybe it’s when they move fast, they don’t have to think about it, which is maybe a good thing, and maybe, too, sometimes TERRIFYING. They barely know how to care for themselves in a home that they manage for themselves, much less the incentricities of war and intrigue, but life hasn’t quite given them the luxury of choice in this particular case. Survival is all there is to consider, their own wants, desires... they come secondary, truncated at best by the responsibilities that they now bear.

Writing to them becomes the norm ; Hawkins, she tells them, is a stranger place, though her parents encourage her to, of all things, blend in, a thing she would have never expected of them, pureblood proud, always, until their spines could no longer uphold their prejudice. Forget them... she joins cheerleading, as it’s the CLOSEST THING she feels to flying anymore, the thrill of a broom gone, but, she meets nicer people. Like Chrissy. Like Jason, too, sort of. Marlene smoking out the back of the doorways out, her pristine white sneakers jammed against the door to hold it open when he comes out, surprise painting her features as she blew smoke in another direction, nose crinkling, ever so slightly. “Where are you heading on this awfully warm afternoon?” her accent, her clothes, her everything marking her apart from the others, unless dressed in crisp white and greens on the field for practice.

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Chapter 2. Welcome Home, Sebastian

Matilda opened the door to allow Cassy in. As was usual with Cassy, her hair was in a state of disarray, which was poorly hidden under a blood red fedora. She wore her favoured house coloured scarf high around her face, her cheeks looking flushed, and wind pinched. Her breathing was laboured, and Professor Weasley deduced that she had travelled to Feldcroft in a hurry. The look of mixed relief and concern she bore, betrayed the notion that something was amiss.

Cassy observed Ominis’s shaken state and looked worriedly at Matilda, “I see Ominis took the news about as well as we’d anticipated?” Professor Weasley nodded, “indeed, can I make you some tea Cassy? You look positively frozen!” Cassy shook her head, “no Professor, this is an unanticipated official visit. I have some urgent news to pass on from Azkaban and the ministry. Spavin has somehow managed to rush all the papers through and while I had hoped that we still had at least a few more weeks to accommodate his arrival, Sebastian is due to be released at midnight tonight! As we speak, Mr. Ollivander has been hurried to the ministry with his inventory to determine a new wand. As soon as the wand has been administered, Sebastian will be clothed, fed, then apparated directly here!”

“Merlin’s beard!” Ominis blurted out. Throwing the blanket off him, he flurried his wand in the air. The door opened and all the dust and cobwebs which had gathered around the house during Ann’s funeral arrangements disappeared in a cloud through the entryway. Of the two beds in the house, both sheets and blankets were lifted, shaken, and shimmered into a fresh spread which rested neatly on the beds. The single plate from Ominis’s breakfast that morning started to wash itself. One ragged tea towel dryed it up instantly and tidied it away. The fanned broom resting in the corner, hauntingly moved forward independently, and began to sweep the floor clean. Fretting, and picking up his pacing, Ominis turned toward Cassy, “have you had chance to see him? Do you happen to know his current frame of mind? Merlin! Should I even be here at all?” His normally pristine image was in complete disarray. His neat hair was sticking up at odd angles where he’d run his hands through it. His shirt now had marks from the tea he had spat out earlier, he was biting at his nails and his eyes appeared to be trying in vain to focus on various points around the house. Hurrying forward, both Cassy and Professor Weasley caught hold of the panicking Ominis and settled him back in the chair. After several minutes of trying, they both eventually managed to calm him down to the point where he could hold a mug of tea without spilling it on the floor, his hands still shook violently, though.

Professor Weasley observed the situation and pondered out loud, “this change of circumstances worries me greatly Cassy. What on earth was Spavin thinking, not informing Sebastian of the current situation here?” She sat down heavily on the chair opposite Ominis and furrowed her brow in deep thought and concentration. Cassy knelt beside Ominis and slipped her hand in to his. She had always had an appreciation for his genteel manners. It had taken a little time to rebuild his trust at the end of their fifth year, however Ominis had remained staunch and committed in his friendship with her. She had successfully introduced him to her fellow classmates who he’d barely spoken to before Sebastian was expelled. Natty, in particular, had proven to be an incredibly empathetic confident while Ominis worked through the grief of losing his closest of friends. Together, both Natty and Cassy had helped their shy and reserved friend to not lose his faith in his fellow witches and wizards and maintain hope that soon things would turn around for the good. The friendship between the three had remained steadfast throughout the rest of their school days. Even now, with Natty and Cassy both in the auror department at the ministry and Ominis spending most of his time caring for Ann; their friendship had continued.

Ominis had been by Sebastian’s side when Professor Black, unceremoniously, snapped his wand and handed it to a ministry official. He had apparated to the top of the Charm’s tower to watch as the ministry carriage flew off to Azkaban, Sebastian peering tearfully out the rear window to wave back to his friend, hands shackled. Sebastian had lost all his fight and had peacefully withdrawn to the carriage from the headmaster’s office, after giving Ominis, what everyone presumed was, one final hug.

Ominis had spent that night in the Undercroft, sobbing loudly. Holding his hand now, Cassy was reminded of how she had joined him down there, how they had both held each other and sobbed into the early hours of the morning. Ominis in a fit of rage had cast confringo at Isidora’s triptych and pensive, destroying them both in mere seconds. Something Cassy wished she’d have done sooner.

Seeing her friend in such a state right now, was excruciating! It had been her decision to turn Sebastian in, after all. While she had encountered her fair share of dark witches and wizards during her fifth year, she’d always duelled fairly. In his quest to cure his sister, however well-meaning his intentions were, Sebastian had instead lost himself to the dark arts. As she observed Ominis’s pained expression, her eyes stung with tears and she brushed her coppery fringe across her eyes, to prevent Professor Weasley from seeing her moment of weakness. Cassy delicately squeezed Ominis’s hand, “Oh, dear Ominis! I had hoped to offer you more time for this news to sink in, and to help you prepare more for Sebastian’s arrival. Unfortunately, we do not have that luxury and so I advise that we play this cautiously. I have put together the premise of a plan which I hope in the next few hours, we can all perfect before I go undercover.” Standing up, Cassy began to pace calmly from Ominis’s bed to the kitchen. “From what I have been able to glean from my fellow aurors, I have discovered that Sebastian is aware that you moved in with Ann, Ominis.” In response to his apprehensive expression, Cassy smiled; “by all accounts he was relieved to know that she is not alone.” Ominis’s shoulders relaxed somewhat, and he breathed out a long, shaky breath. “Sadly,” Cassy continued, “he’s still not up to speed with his sister’s passing. Natty is leading the auror team who will be observing both you – Ominis, and Sebastian, 24/7 for the first week of his being here. They will take up residence in the abandoned houses in this hamlet and will play the role of new neighbours. Natty however, will be openly on duty as the local law enforcement of the area, just like officer Singer was at Hogsmeade back in the day!”

Professor Weasley and Ominis both nodded their agreement with the arrangements prepared thus far. Cassy was relieved to hear no objections, however she did hold some reservations for the next stage. Sighing, she continued; “naturally, when Sebastian returns home tonight, he’s going to sense something is amiss when Ann isn’t here to greet him. I have some ideas I would like to run by each of you. I admit, they each seem as unbelievable as the next, but please interject if you can think of anything better.” Cassy Paused her pacing, and stood up straight, she composed herself, quietly. Ominis did not need to hear anxiety in her voice at this time, he needed to hear confidence and certainty. “My first thought was for Sebastian to meet you, Ominis. You and Natty could delicately break the news of Ann’s passing to him. The auror team will position themselves around the house. You will be always protected; however, we cannot predict what spells Sebastian might cast in his state of grief. As we know, there is only one way to protect against the worst of the unforgivable curses and we do not wish to risk harm to anyone, tonight. Natty has experienced the crucio curse first hand and it’s not something she wishes to experience again; however, she has said she will do what she must to ensure your safety. That being said, I am certain Sebastian would not wish to squander this second chance of freedom, however he has always been somewhat unpredictable.”

Ominis swallowed hard, “While I might be twenty, I feel my life has been well lived. I have experienced great suffering and witnessed horrendous cruelty. What stays at the forefront of my mind however, and readily available to recall, is the love and compassion I have witnessed from all I hold dear. Ann, Sebastian, you-Cassy, Natty; and you Professor Weasley. I have loved with all my heart and if Sebastian were to accuse me of failing Ann, of allowing her to pass in agony; if he were to react with casting the ultimate spell, then I… I…” Professor Weasley sniffed and sat up straight, “there will be no need to talk about the idea!” She interrupted, with a tone that suggested that Ominis should no longer continue down his trail of thought. Ominis sighed, “very well Professor, I would just like Cassy to know that should anything happen tonight, that I do not regret a moment of the life I have spent finding friendship, peace and love with those around me now.” Cassy approached Ominis and rested her hand on his shoulder, which he affectionately held and squeezed in turn. “I am of the same mindset as Professor Weasley my friend, no more talk of those thoughts tonight. Besides, I do have an alternative plan. One which takes you away from Feldcroft completely.” Cassy turned her attention toward her friend and former tutor, Professor Weasley. “Professor, if I may? I have it under good authority that Professor Sharp is looking to go undercover on a personal investigation to finally close his last case - that of the murder of his former partner in the auror division of the ministry. Hogwarts will need a stand in (if not a replacement) potions teacher. We all know how adept Ominis is with potions, as much as he used to claim otherwise.” She smiled as Ominis finally showed the glimmer of a smile. Cassy continued; “I would propose that Ominis would be more safe and secure at Hogwarts than here. I know it’s a sanctuary to many of the teaching staff there, and few of their faces have changed since we concluded our studies there.” Cassy paused to conjure up a chair and, sitting down, steepled her hands together and rested her chin on her fingertips. “My final idea is that Ominis joins me undercover. The risks for this are so much greater however, that I do not feel this to be feasible. Ominis, I would be unable to promise that you and I will not be found out. Sebastian was, after all, uncannily observant and knew more than he let on to either of us, on many occasions!”

The three of them sat in silence for some time, considering each of the options presented. Finally, as the clock chimed another hour, Professor Weasley cleared her throat. “After due consideration, I believe the second plan to be the more secure of the three. Yes, Professor Sharp is being reinstated as auror, for how long – he cannot and will not divulge. So, yes, we are in need of a new potion’s teacher and Ominis, you would fit in quite well in the teaching faculty. As you know, Professor Sharp was also head of Slytherin house, your birth right in fact. I do believe…”

Ominis shuddered and interrupted, “I swore to have as little to do with my family and Salazar Slytherin as I possibly could, Professor! To take on such a role, I fear I would only make them proud! I do not wish for their affections!” his nose crinkled at the thought of the Gaunt family line simpering toward him once again, the reflection set his pulse racing. Professor Weasley sternly observed Ominis. She was more than aware of his childhood trauma, “Ominis dear, do not see it as your stepping into their shoes. See it as you are setting a new precedent. You can rejuvenate the house of Slytherin into one that holds compassion, understanding and tolerance. All the values that you cherish!” Ominis bowed his head and sighed deeply, “I… Of course, Professor, I understand. I would be lying if the thought of returning to Hogwarts does not fill me with a sense of comfort. Please, continue Professor, I apologise for my interruption.” Matilda looked toward Cassy who nodded with an affectionate smile, then continued. “As an (at the time) ex-auror, Professor Sharp was especially strict about the security to his office, and the student’s safety in the dungeons. I agree with Cassy, Hogwarts would be most likely the safest space for you Ominis, should you wish to pursue this option.” Ominis continued to sit in quiet contemplation before slowly leaning forward. Speaking steadily and quietly he shared, “students can be quite cruel. As you both know, I have been blind from birth, but I have found my other senses were heightened to seemingly impossible levels. I would hear whisperings from several corridors away about ‘creepy Ominis and his ghostly stare’. They would distance themselves from me as the secret of my being a parcelmouth began to gain traction. I feared them, just as much as they feared me. I was just as unknown an entity as they were to me. Until Sebastian and Ann took me under their wing. They were my protectors. My wings. They helped me soar above the unseen and created a world where I belonged, finally!” Shakily, Ominis sighed, a single tear rolling down his pale cheek. “Now I struggle to gain air with one of my wings cruelly taken from me, the other pinned in shackles for so long… I can no longer see what lies ahead. I am more sightless now than I have ever been. Hogwarts was a home, a sanctuary for me once. Could it be my haven a second time?” Ominis slowly rose to his feet, “accio trunk,” he sighed.

From the curtained off bedroom, next to Ann’s old potion’s table, a large patch covered trunk slunk toward the trio. Waving his hand over the latches, the trunk’s lid sprung open and with a single wave of his wand, all his belongings neatly folded themselves into its confines. After a minute or so, the trunk’s lid shut and waving his hand once more over the latches, a small click signalled it to be locked. Standing straight, Ominis turned toward Professor Weasley and said, “I am ready to return to Hogwarts, Professor.” He once again proffered his arm for Professor Weasley to take. Before apparating from the house, Ominis addressed Cassy, “none of us know how this might turn out. I want to believe that Sebastian will be just as he was before everything happened, but I fear he has been through too much for him to be unchanged. Cassy, we both know I had my reservations about you when we first met. I know you well enough now to safely assume you will be aware of my continued questioning of whether we did the right thing those years ago, handing Sebastian over to the authorities. Please know this, regardless of those hesitancies on my part, I value our friendship deeply and wish nothing more than to see you safe from harm. Please, check in with me as much as you can with an update on how things are going, please let me know if I can safely be with my friends once more. For now, though, take care and speak soon.” The sound of his farewell had barely left his lips, before both he and Matilda Weasley apparated directly to Hogwarts.

Cassy allowed herself a moment to be momentarily vulnerable. The small cottage was rife with grief, and she felt impacted by all the stored energy writhing in its brickwork. Gathering her composure, Cassy meticulously finished the tidying of the house, ensuring it was ready for Sebastian’s arrival. As a final thought, she wrote a note as detailed as she dared, explaining the absence of Ominis and Ann. Once finished, she quietly left the house, locking the door behind her and hastily hurried to her assigned lodgings, a small cottage on the outskirts of the hamlet, tucked away.

It was an empty, small, one bedroomed space. There was room for a small stove, a bed, a trunk of belongings and very little else. Smiling, Cassy waved her wand in a circular motion and uttered the incantation “capacious extremis”.  Immediately the room suddenly took on the form of a cosier and more spacious two-tier cottage, with a window facing out directly toward the Sallow’s house in the hamlet’s square. She hurried up the stairs and Cassy opened her trunk on the bed. Its contents contained a large collection of vials filled with a thick and lumpy mixture.

As part of the agreement that she be assigned to the Sallow case, Cassy had agreed to Minister Spavin’s one request, that she go incognito. Sebastian was not to be made aware that he would be watched from all sides of his life by the auror community, he would need a confident to help rehabilitate him back into the lifestyle of a quaint, quiet hamlet. With that in mind, Cassy had been sent to the Unspeakables department, with the task of securing a collection of Polyjuice potions of one figure, a generic individual who would be unknown to Sebastian and would not likely cross paths with their body double while in the Highlands of Scotland. After an hour, Cassy had walked away with a year’s worth of Polyjuice potion of the same figure.

Cassy grabbed one of the vials and headed down the stairs. Sitting in her armchair by the fireplace, Cassy observed her new clock. It was an item Professor Fig had bequeathed her in his will, with the memo: ‘I always knew you were safe…” It was an interesting clock. The hands were shaped like delicate dessert spoons and had portraits of those she had an invested interest in illustrated on their domed heads. Each were pointed to a different location. There was a smaller clock in the lower right-hand corner of the main face, indicating that the time was fast approaching midnight.

There were two hands that pointed toward Hogwarts, featuring the worried portrait of Ominis and the more tired portrait of Professor Weasley. Another hand, with Natty’s face, beaming excitedly back at Cassy, was slowly making its way to Feldcroft. ‘She opted for broom travel then…’ Cassy mused. Natty loved learning new spells, but the art of apparition had never appealed to her, preferring to view all the world had to offer from a bird’s eye view. As the clock chimed midnight, a new portrait materialised on a hand that had been resting with a bunch of its brethren pointing to ‘Azkaban’. It swiftly joined the select few other hands and deftly swung over to Feldcroft, just as Natty’s hand rested beside it. Cassy slowly approached the clock to gain a closer look at the figure looking back at her. His face was gaunter than the last time she had seen him and his auburn hair looked messier than ever, with a few flecks of white from the stresses he’d endured. There was no mistaking the determined features on the man’s face however, Sebastian had returned home to Feldcroft.

Cassy quietly raised her vial of Polyjuice potion to her lips and steadily drank its contents. The taste was sour with the aroma of rose petals. In the mirror, beside her stairway, she watched as her features took on the form of a witch, not too dissimilar in age to herself. Instead of a short, bobbed, coppery mane of hair however, this witch’s preferred style was long, flowing, and black. Her eyes were emerald green and stern looking, far removed from Cassy’s own warm hazel. Her face was slender, pale, with a hardened natural expression.

Cassy was not overly aggrieved with her new appearance. Certainly not unattractive but offering the vibe that this was not an individual to be trifled with. Cassy reviewed her notes. She was to play the role of Melisandre Bones, a stall holder in the hamlet, selling items of clothing and apparel.

She headed back up to her bedroom and changed into the garments the department had provided her with, an emerald, green cloak, with a thick pair of walking boots. Coarse and figure-hugging trousers that had a fleece like inlay to allay the cool weather. She’d been provided with a plain white blouse and a corsetry waistcoat to provide a form of armour. The belt she wore held a long, slender holster for her wand. Changing into all these items, she descended the stairs to her living room once more and approached the secret window that could only be observed from inside the cottage and zoomed in on areas of interest. From this viewpoint, Cassy observed Sebastian stepping out of the cottage, holding tightly to the note she had left.

His face was contorted in the most pained expression. Had she have known no better, she would have presumed he was under the influence of the crucio curse were it not for the fact that he carefully sat down on the front doorstep, head in hands, shoulders bouncing heavily as he sobbed for the loss of his beloved twin sister. Cassy’s heart went out to him, she yearned to be by his side, but knew better. Sebastian had always been unpredictable and unnaturally perceptive. No, if she were to approach him now, even in this delicate state, she felt certain he would see right through her disguise. Instead, she watched on as Natty sat down beside him and waited for the wave of grief to pass; “welcome home, Sebastian” Cassy sighed dejectedly.

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            ❝   WE   ARE   THE   GRANDDAUGHTERS   OF   THE   WITCHES   YOU   COULDN'T   BURN.   ❞

Since   she   was   young,   Veronica   has   had   a   natural   affinity   for   occultism,   whether   is   be   in   the   form   of   empathic   ability   or   willing   the   world   around   her   in   a   certain   direction   if   the   intent   was   strong   enough.   Shortly   after   her   mother   left,   as   she   was   going   through   a   box   of   things   she'd   left   behind,   Ronnie   found   a   deck   of   Tarot   cards.   She   discovered   a   natural   ability   to   understand   the   cards   and   how   they   pertained   to   the   situations   around   her   or   other   people.   She   has   been   a   active   practitioner   of   witchcraft   since   and   considers   herself   a   secular   witch.

With   the   rise   of   the   Satanic   Panic   that   swept   the   nation   in   the   80s,   Ronnie   found   herself   retreating   into   the   proverbial   "broom   closet".   The   only   people   who   know   about   her   abilities   are   the   people   she   is   closest   to   and   trusts   with   her   life.   

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