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mysticwally:
“Well, we could go and I can teach you how to pull bunnies out of hats.” Wally smiled until Colton told him about his grandma. “She yelled at you? I’m sorry, Colton. Are you okay?”
“Can I keep the bunnies as pets, then?” Colton asked with a big smile, thinking that it would be rather cool to get a new pet whenever he wanted. His smile faded slightly when his grandmother was brought up again “I’m okay, I just hate when she gets like that...”
scherazadc:
♡ — Griselda Hopkirk’s grandson was an outcast without an inkling of knowledge of his true culture. Just thinking it was blasphemous. “ Old grimoires are like old money. People stealing them would be like marrying an old man and then killing him after he’s already left everything to you in his will. ” He wasn’t incredibly good with symbolism. He had wordplay in spades, but coming up with metaphors took way too much effort. “ Well, Corvus is the scientific name for a crow. It’s also the name of the biggest coven on the Isles, ” Z told him before taking a gander at the badge he pulled out. “ You probably shouldn’t give that to anyone, either. It looks like a talisman. Those should stay in family lines. ”
“Well, I hope no one takes my book, because I really like it,” Colton said honestly “I won’t let anyone see it but you and me and Wally, because you guys are my friends,” He smiled widely before humming “I think I want to be in a smaller coven, I get nervous when there’s too many people around,”
pecan-rosegold:
“Well, what do you like to do for fun?” Pecan asks, curiously.
“I really like to play the piano, and I really like doing ballet! What do you like to do for fun?”
scherazadc:
♡ — “ That looks neat, ” Z mused, eyeing the book. Amari had managed to keep what the alleged grimoire looked like when the witch had scanned the vampire’s brain, but he was more than happy to be getting a good look at it for himself. So this was one of the Hopkirk spell books. One touch and any witch with decent skill could memorize every letter in there. It was like dangling the forbidden fruit before Eve’s eyes. Lucky for the young witch, this Eve preferred the Garden of Eden to any sort of freedom. “ You probably shouldn’t go around showing people that, though. There are some real whack-jobs on the Isles who’d want to take it from you. A book of spells is your most treasured possession, okay ?? ” His voice never lost it’s softness. “ Have you not been scouted by the Corvus yet ?? I hear they’re always opening their arms to young minds. They’re, like, super big. You’d probably even have your choice of teacher. ”
“Why would people wanna take my book? I wouldn’t like that at all,” Colton said softly before stowing his book back into his bag, as if to keep it safe. Colton felt like he was doing the whole witch thing wrong. He was bad at spells, didn’t have a coven, and now people wanted to take his book. “What’s a Corvus?” He asked softly and looked down at the ground before pulling out a little badge from his pocket. It actually was the symbol of his grandmother’s coven--very, very dark and very hidden. “But I found this in the attic too and thought it was pretty and if I give it to another witch, they’ll let me in their coven...”
mysticwally:
“Hello, Colton.” Wally smiled at the boy and hugged back, a bit surprised by the reaction he got from the boy. “Yeah we can do something. Did you ever talk to your grandma about magic?”
“What do you want to do? I bet there’s a lot of stuff we can do, using magic and everything,” Colton smiled, but then bit his lip “Well, I did ask her, and she got really, really mad. She yelled at me a lot...”
scherazadc:
♡ — “ Mhm !! It’s not as fun as Professor X makes it seem. I can’t tell you how many grocery lists I have to tune out everyday, ” Z responded, keeping up the rouse. It wasn’t entirely a lie. His affinity for psychometry did make him psychic…adjacent. He had an ease to his voice that he would never admit to in mixed company. He could only be delicate around young witches. He didn’t want any of them ending up like him or his siblings. The snow escaping the wand garnered an expression, one that elongated Z’s face in surprise. “ I see !! Should I be worried about any cold fronts coming our way ?? I may have to go out and buy a winter coat. ”
Colton blushed a little bit and shook his head “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m not very good at magic, yet! But I’ve got this book,” He pulled it from his napsack. It was a powerful Dark Ice magical tome, owned by Griselda (not that Colton knew that of course.) “I can only do a few spells from here, but I like ice and snow magic,” He chimed out “But I don’t even have a coven...”
scherazadc:
♡ — “ I’m psychic, ” he replied quickly, eyes wild and wide as he told the little joke. In truth, he would’ve guessed Hufflepuff simply on the principle that he was holding a wand. Never in his studies had he come across a witch who carried around a catalyst in that form. It seemed way too Halloween costume for such a presumably graceful species. “ Your grandma is right. ” The grandson of Griselda Hopkirk was a character he’d filed under important information during his psychometry dive through Amari’s psyche. It was perhaps the most important memory to have come out of the spell aside from the grimoires worth of knowledge. “ Oh, I’m Z. I happen to be a fellow Potterhead. Huffflepuff pride !! ”
“Are you really? That must be a really good talent to have,” Colton chimed out and smiled. He had never met a psychic person before--Colton didn’t even think that they existed. Though in this place, it didn’t seem completely out of the realm. He swung his wand around, making a little flurry of snow. “Hi, Z! Nice to meet you!” He said cutely and balanced on one foot again “I’m learning magic, did you know that?”
mysticwally:
“Oh now that’s just not true. Whoever got you believing that is a liar. There’s a ton to do around here, kid.”
“Wally!” Colton jumped down and hugged him tightly “It’s a lot better now that you’re here? Wanna do somethin?”
scherazadc:
♡ — “ That is a really cute wand, ” Z remarked, eyes trained on it for a moment before he smiled brightly. He had to stop himself from letting out a chuckle, though the way his eyebrows wavered a bit made it clear he was in humored spirits. “ Let me guess…Hufflepuff ?? ”
“According to Pottermore, I am a Hufflepuff, how did you know?” Colton waved the wand and made some snowflakes, he pretty much knew only ice spells. “My grandma Griselda says that Harry Potter is inaccurate though,” He was the grandson of Griselda Hopkirk, one of the darkest and most feared pseudolegendary witches of the last century. “I’m Colton, who’re you?”
“Man, it’s so boring around here,” Colton sighed and hopped on one foot, swinging his wand.
humanaggie:
“What?”
Aggie lifted a hand to his cheek, wondering what exactly the other person was pointing to. He patted around, before finding splattered batter smeared on his skin. With a small, appreciative nod, he wiped it off with his thumb, “Thanks. I don’t know how long that was there. Can I get you something?”
“I thought that you would want to know!” Colton chuckled a little bit, thinking that it made the other boy look sort of strange. “Did you make pancakes? Are there any left?” Colt didn’t leave his house a lot, mostly because he wanted to practice his spellwork--his spells could use a lot of work. “I would love some pancakes if you have any?”
debauxchery:
✧ — Never had the word ‘unnecessary’ serve as a more accurate descriptor than when in relation to the male’s regurgitation of information. A simple declaration of their status as deceased would have sufficed. “ Did you want to share your date of birth and social security number as well ?? ” he murmured, a little dejected. This boy was going to be a thorn in his side, but the information he’d been provided could be beneficial for when he returned home. Someone would know who Griselda was, even if he didn’t. Being away for the last several generations meant he was lacking in the supernatural directory department. “ Whether you meant to harm or not is not the problem. The problem is that you’re going to die if you keep opening that overactive mouth of yours. ”
Colton couldn’t understand why this guy was being so mean to him? Colton hadn’t done anything to him, yet he seemed as if he hated him. Not enjoying being ruthlessly berated by the other man, he hopped up from his chair and turned to leave “And I am certain you would not bat an eye one way or the other if I were to die right here, right now,” Colton’s eyes were stung with tears, but he was determined not to cry.
debauxchery:
✧ — In the time it took for the boy to put away the tomb, Amari had already committed the color, shape, and design to memory. He had no plans to inspect it any time soon, but if he were able to redraw it and show it to one of his companions, perhaps they would have better information on it. Each new grimoire meant for the possibility of new spells, though he doubted a sniveling witch who looked like him would have access to spells he hadn’t memorized by now. The psychometry of his past life might have told him something different should his assumption be wrong.
✧ — With it secured and away from prying eyes, the vampiric features of Amari’s face began to fade away to return the softness of its curves to their beautiful glory. Eyebrows lowered over the fan of his eyelashes. “ Where are your parents ?? ” he asks, unprompted and completely ignoring the pleas. “ I’d like to have a discussion with them about your incompetence, mainly the magical cold in the crest of the summer, lack of caution, and public display of…that. ” He points an accusatory index finger at the stowed away book.
Colton was now shaking in fear, because this guy was probably the most terrifying person he had ever met in his life “My mother and father are dead...but my grandmother is Griselda Hopkirk...my address is 1023 Star Lane if you want to talk to her about me, but she’s not going to listen. She rarely speaks to me.” His grandmother was (unknown to Colton) an incredibly powerful and almost legendary dark witch. “I really didn’t mean any harm!”
mysticwally:
Wally had a deep frown on his face for Colton. Something about the kid seemed real. He seemed like he was heartbroken. “Here, take my number.” Wally did the same trick as before, but this time pulled a piece of paper out of the air. Luckily he already had a pen in his pocket which he used to write his number on. “Send me a text later if you want, maybe we can meet up and I can show you some stuff.” He pulled the book from between his arm and chest. “Careful with this, okay buddy?”
Colton was surprised when the other person gave him his phone number. Maybe it was a fake and it was just a trick. He looked at the card for a few moments before pocketing it “Thank you...I’ll text you later,” He said with a very soft voice, now feeling a little bit better. He took the book and put it back in the bag “I probably won’t try magic from it again...I’m bad at magic anyway...”
debauxchery:
✧ — There were cardinal sins naive witches were universally informed to avoid. The first was sharing their nature. Under no circumstances should a juvenile witch ever give away their secret lest they end up being used, abused, or killed. Yet, this boy sat before Amari, bright eyes rimmed with a soft wetness and secrets spilling from his lips like a faucet. If the boy intended for the show to be endearing, he missed his mark. Instead, all it incited was a rage rooted in centuries of secretive protection.
✧ — When the grimoire was pulled out, the straw from Amari’s drink had been lifted and pressed against the bottom of the boy’s jaw. The vampire had shifted to a closer seat, now less than a foot away from the witch. “ Put the book away…now. ” His voice was barely a whisper.
To say that Colton was terrified would be the understatement of the year. He had no idea why this other man seemed like he wanted to hurt him. Maybe the other man was a hunter? He sort of heard about them and how they didn’t like supernatural people.
He quickly stowed the book again, and felt himself begin to shiver from the spell he had accidentally cast on himself. “I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me,” Colton pleaded. He was so new to this and it seemed like he was doing everything wrong. “I’m sorry,” He repeated.
mysticwally:
“Usually they are, yes.” Wally had to snort a little. He assumed it was just common sense - even for humans, that most things were easier than resurrection. “I um … I may have heard of her.” He couldn’t imagine that the Griselda Hopkirk wouldn’t teach her grandson magic. For all he knew, this kid wasn’t even a kid, but maybe some illusion or creation brought on by the witch. “I would talk to your grandmother about all this, then … maybe I can teach you.”
Colton felt so embarrassed when Wally snorted at him. Colt should have known more but nobody taught him anything. He kept quiet for a few moments, feeling incredibly discouraged because he knew his grandmother wouldn’t teach him even if she did know magic. “She’ll never allow me to learn, if she knew about it she would be mad...” Colton sulked “Nice to meet you...can I have my book back so I can leave?”
mysticwally:
Wally snorted, raising his head in the air. “Books don’t know everything, kid. Especially these kind. Resurrection is one of the big things in magic. If everyone just raised the dead, we’d have a lot more people we don’t need crowding up this rock. There are other ways to talk to your parents besides resurrection. Astral projection, spiritual communication, divination.” Wally had to wonder where a kid like this got a book with such a bad feel to it. That changed when he explained who his grandmother was. “Griselda?” Wally heard stories about her, stories from his own parents. Wally frowned and raised an eyebrow. “Your grandmother … . wait - she’s never taught you anything at all?”
“Are those things easier to do than resurrection? I just want to know them and everything...I don’t even remember anything about them,” Colton admitted and sighed softly “But that makes sense...and I wouldn’t want them to be zombies...that would be scary,” He bit his lip and then nodded “Yeah, Griselda Hopkirk, do you know her?” Colton would be surprised, because his grandmother never left the house as far as you know “But yeah, she hasn’t taught me anything, I don’t think she really knows magic,” He shrugged and smiled “Will you show me how to do that napkin thing!”