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A letter left in the dust, a message left unwritten, and feelings left hidden

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Alice looked up sharply at the sound of her name, smiling slightly at her friend. She had very few friends, which was both unfortunate and very invigorating. She could never really explain that to people without them looking at her like she had three heads. Which didn’t help the no friends thing in the least.

But it was okay, because Joon was her friend, and he was a witch. Alice could never have expected to make a friend that could understand her so completely in a way most people in Seoul couldn’t even hope to. She was sitting in his garden, contemplating each of the plants in turn when he came over.

“Nope.” She huffed, sighing dramatically. “I’ve never had this much trouble with a potion before.” She complained with a childish pout. She looked back to the plants around her and scanned them quickly, trying to figure out which one of them might work. She was usually very good at potions, but sometimes they frustrated her beyond belief. She was much better at simple charms and spells. It was the same reason she wasn’t a very good chef. “Isn’t there some book or something that could tell us how to do it?”

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He sighed “A lot of my family books burned during the fire... the only thing I have are these...” He waved his fingers towards the rows of bookshelves with disguised covers. “How about you? Don’t you have any potion books?” Although Joon was usually careful about not using his witchery, he was found out by her. He had planned to wipe out her memory about him, but fortunately, he found out that she was also one before he could. “Creating potions are a pain, especially since we’re trying to recover half of things that were burned. How did those people in the past figure these things out...” A palm planted on his forehead in frustration, as he flattened onto the floor in a drowsy state next to her, who was intently staring at his garden for any clues. He had spent hours last night trying to figure the patterns out, handing over documents of his work from last night “This is how far as I got... When it almost works, it would suddenly lose its effectiveness, and I can’t figure out why”

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“Biology… what’s that?” Her head tilting curiously as she attempted to look at the front cover. It sounded like something a scientist would do, maybe it was something her mother knew about. But what grew her interest was the young boy peering over the bind of his large book.

By that time she did not mover her gaze but just fully sat in the grass with a bit of a struggle with her large sweater. “I was picking flowers.” Her smile wide and voice proud of the subtle bouquet in her hands showing the other boy before her.

She couldn’t help but blush at the words he said about her flowers and couldn’t help but feel proud at her pickings, “Thank you! My umma likes to press some in books and put the rest in a vase.” Her voice was loud at first but quieted about realizing she was getting too excited.

In that moment Yerim had a thought, a gesture of kindness in hopes of making a new friend. “My name is Yerim,” she spoke, looking through the flowers in her hand and plucking the largest lavender out of the bunch, “Would you like a flower?” Offering the purple flower in her tiny hands.

“Biology is...” It was something that he found difficult to explain to the latter. “It’s... like studying how humans, plants, and animals work...” He blushed furiously at his severely insufficient explanation only to see her intently gazing at him. When she opened up her palms to reveal the delicate flowers she had dutifully plucked, Joon unconsciously scooted over in curiosity to get a better look. Her excited voice and the shine in her eyes as he complimented her flowers made him slightly nervous, but happy that he did. Joon did a double take at the girl and the lavender she had offered before he cautiously reached out, wrapping his tiny fingers around the little stem, accepting the present. “Thanks” Secretly, Lavender was actually one of his favorite flower. He smile shyly, Yerim, his first acquaintance’s name. “I’m... Joon” Thinking it was courtesy to reply with his own name. Placing the lavender between the pages inked with foreign words and swirls, Joon looked up and asked “Do you want to see something cool with even more pretty flowers?” It was a garden deep in the forest that he cultivated himself, with herbs and flowers that could never be cultivated anywhere on earth, only by magic.

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❝ come in, come in. Something told me you’d sooner or later get lost out here and stumble upon my apartment. What a coincidence ! Isn’t it ? ❞ Nari claps her hands together in an excited manner, smiling at the stranger - who wasn’t so strange after all. Being a witch in the human world caused all kinds of problems, she figured, but never would she have given up her true self just to fit in ! Better be a weirdo ! She wasn’t sure if he knew who she was, or if he even knew who he was, can someone forget who they are ? She’s seen a movie where that was a topic. Lion King ? That sky lion said something about his son having forgotten who he is, whatever. ❝ Take a seat, do you want tea, dear ? ❞

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“Hmm... where the heck is this apartment?” Joon mumbled to himself as he was on a mission to deliver pastries. He was certain he was in the right area though, but the numbers simply just didn’t match. Taking in the scene around him, he decided to knock to see if anyone living nearby had any idea as to where this number was. Paused in front of the door, before he could knock, the door swung wide open, only to reveal a young lady with a wide smile. It was as if she had expected him, knew he was going to be standing there at that particular second. Sort of... like a fortune-teller? “Uh... no. I- i’m just delivering pastries. I think you were expecting the wrong person...” He had met many interesting people in the past, but this was the first that he was the one being weirded out, not the other way around. “Oh no... i’m good. I should get going...” Slowly shifting his steps away from the young lady, there was a certain allure to her that was similar to his, but he just can’t seem to pinpoint it down and he was too concerned to get his delivery to the apartment to deal with her.

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“See, if you did that about 4 months ago, I would’ve probably been scared for life. But now…it’s weird to say that I’m just used to it.” Yura leaned back in her seat not being bothered by the male’s unnatural behavior anymore. As she spoke, she kept her eyes on him, waiting for a reaction. “I mean as a nurse I have seen many strange things and this” she paused pointing at him “is totally normal now.” A laugh left her lips.

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With the microphone that was connected to a music box perched on his lips he had secretly attained, he stood up on his sick bed in his patient clothes, and was performing a trot song for the elders in the room. “Ah” He paused in the middle of the song as the nurse who was responsible of him came in. There were three scenarios he had in mind. The first, he would be chased by the nurse who would scream her lungs out, the second, his microphone would get yanked out of his hand and he would be tied to his bed once again, the third, a shocked stare. However, contrary to all of his expectations, the nurse reacted normally to his usual childish antics. He returned a smile and handed the microphone “since you’re here, you should sing something for us too then! Everyone wants to hear it too, right?!” His question, only to be answered by small cheers in the small room.

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the look on nixie’s face hadn’t changed. she examined the male from head to toe, and he didn’t look good at all. why do guys like getting into fights so much? she would never know.

“wait. again? how many times have you, um, done this?”

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Staring at the other dumbfoundedly, he crossed his arms and with a tilt of his head he began to count “Hmm.... 1...2..3... so many times that if you add up my fingers and toes altogether it wouldn’t be enough” He shrugged and gave up. Slightly limping, he simply waded his way through. Tired and hurt, he just wanted to fall into deep sleep, and dream so that he could numb the pain of reality. Though he could make some herbs to place around his wounds, he couldn’t do it alone. The injury laced around his back and other areas were areas of difficult reach and he was too tired to attend to.

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Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates recently. I recently have to finish two more essays for class so after that I will definitely start becoming more active. Thank you to those who have replied to my thread! I will definitely get right onto it once this craziness is over!

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