Synopsis: You moved into your new atelier, embarking on a quest to find students who pursue the mastery of magic and to fulfill a motive that drove you to do it all.
Qifrey × witch!reader, Qifrey × fem!reader, fluff, first meeting, housewarming, reader just moved in
Stepping out of your new atelier, the fresh breeze of the grassy meadow met you in with a warm welcome—the new witch who moved into the fields, out to teach the wonders of her own magic. It was a bright morning, with birds chirping off the distance. The house sits empty, with the boxes still unopened. You let out a sigh, with the whole day to dedicate only to tidying and putting all of your furniture and things in place. With a huff of dedication and perseverance, you started to get to it.
Opening the boxes, pushing the cupboards, placing the jars and pots on the shelves, hanging the dried herbs—and the kitchen's done…
Wiping the table, setting the chairs, sweeping the floors, laying down the rugs—and living room’s set…
Heavy footsteps took you up to the bedrooms, standing right outside the door of the first room, you twist the doorknob open, revealing a spacious quarter, with a study area and beds for two. A warm smile crept up your face, leaning against the door frame, you pictured your students playing, running around, laughing, all with the joy in the world.
“Baby steps—baby steps and we'll get there…”
You hummed softly in the air, pushing yourself off the door frame, heading into the room to start cleaning and setting it down.
Fluffing the cushions, wiping down the windows, patting down the fresh sheets, fixing up the desks—and the bedrooms are finished…
You plopped down the table, exhaling out exhausted breaths. Putting the house together in a day was a huge chore for a single witch, but you made it through and with that, you deserve a little celebration. A fancy meal, perhaps? An early rest, per chance? Maybe a night at the market? Ideas flood your mind, making it hard to decide what you should do for your first day of successfully moving in.
And then a knock on your door…
visitors…!? Right at a time where I look like a complete mess!? You've got to be kidding me…!
You immediately jolted up and off of your seat, rushing straight to the basin to wash your face, tie your hair properly, and smooth out your clothes.
Stopping right by a mirror, you fix yourself for one final time… running towards the door to open it. With a click, you were met with a charming smile from a witch, along with the bright faces of his apprentices—welcoming you as their neighbor.
“We've heard about a new witch in town, so we suppose it's only right to greet them with a warm welcome.” The dulcet voice paired with his soft smile—made the surroundings glow a little brighter, and your heart beat a little faster. “Yes, yes! And we also made you focaccia! It's really delicious, miss! Try it, try it!” The adorable, pink-haired girl raised the ceramic pan higher towards you, with the elder witch gently lifting the pan off the little girl's hands and towards yours, “Take it, please… it took a lot of effort for my students to perfect this, just for you.” The gesture almost made you wince right then and there, your cheeks growing warm with his softly spoken words.
Your hands stretched out to receive the pan. The witch handed it to you, with his fingers intentionally grazing your hand gently. You held the ceramic firmly, trying to hold yourself back from blushing too harshly. “You might wanna drink some water too, lady, looks like your cheeks are burning up too much.” Your body slightly jolted up in shock—with embarrassment crawling up your face—upon hearing the dark-haired child's remark.
“What—what?” It was all you could mutter, with your head in shambles, and your thoughts a mess, could you really form a coherent sentence at this time? “Agott! You can't talk about when a person is blushing! It's rude!” The pink-haired girl retorted, “I think miss looks cute when blushing!” Another girl commented—a golden-haired kid, hiding right behind the older witch's robe, “I agree with Coco.” A monotone voice followed, from a blue-haired girl to the side. The four children continued bickering on about your flushed state, pointing out the obvious redness tinting your cheeks.
Right in front of him, huh?
“I apologize for my students, they are still children,” The soft apology snapped your attention back to the man in front of you, “I’m Qifrey,” He said shortly, “Qifrey, the witch, at your service, madame.” You replied with a polite nod, engraving his name into your mind.
“These are my apprentices,” He turned to face the children, who have now quiet down in their little banter about your face. “The sharped-tongued one, Agott.” He pointed to the one with the short, dark hair, then the one with the long, pink hair, “The bubbly one, Tetia.” After her, he turned to the blue-haired girl standing on the side, “The quiet one, Richeh.” His gaze then fell to the child standing right beside him, the one with the golden hair, “And the most passionate one about magic, Coco.”
A smile tugged on your lips upon hearing the name.
So, you're Qifrey’s apprentice, hm?
Word spread quickly about an outsider who had accidentally discovered magic and had become a witch. It wasn’t her fault the word broke out even to the farthest of nations; an outsider? A witch? It covered the newsletters and flooded the headlines. The widespread controversy caught your attention and sparked your curiosity—one that wants more than the full story, one that asks the most difficult questions, and demands the sharpest answers.
Your attention snapped back to reality, your mind registering their names as you nod slowly in acknowledgement.
Agott… Tetia… Richeh… And Coco…
“Agott, Tetia, Richeh, and Coco,” You witnessed the children’s eyes lit as their names were being called softly. Your eyes trail up to meet his gaze, saying his name with as much endearment, “…and Qifrey. Nice to meet you all.” You warmly greeted them, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, my lady.” Qifrey replied sweetly.
The dreamlike atmosphere between the two of you broke when you heard Agott’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, “Teacher, you shouldn’t talk to her like that. She’s turning red again.” The stern comment shattered your dreamy mood in a second. “We should probably head on our way,” Qifrey mildly chuckled, brushing Agott’s words off, “We’ll see you again tomorrow, miss.” He waved goodbye with a tilted head.
Tomorrow… I’ll find my first student tomorrow.
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