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“One time, I set water on fire — by accident!” from @clcmsywitch

"Accidentally?" Harry blinked in confusion "How..." Did he even want to know? Should he ask? There was a million different questions that came to mind right now but he had no idea if he should even bother asking half of them. "Set water on fire..." He had known Magic was capable of a great many things but still...

"How the bloody hell did you manage that?"

[dopplgaengerarc]

@clcmsywitch slides a note across the counter [...] ⠀❝ look at this pretty rock I found! ❞ * .  ⸙ unprompted!

CAMILLE LOOKED  UP  FROM  THE  HALF-UNWRAPPED  BOX  IN  HER  LAP,  THE  SOUND  OF  OLD  TISSUE  PAPER  STILL  CRACKLING  IN  HER  HANDS. She’d  been  elbow-deep  in  a  donation  shipment  for  the  Hollow.  It  had  been  mostly  junk  so  far,  chipped  candleholders  and  dusty  glass  bottles  that  probably  hadn’t  held  anything  useful  in  decades.  But  Mildred’s  voice  broke  through  the  monotony  like  a  spark.

A  rock.  Camille  blinked  once,  then  let  the  corner  of  her  mouth  tug  up  as  she  leaned  forward.  “ Hand  it  over,  pretty  please? ”,  she  said,  setting  the  box  aside. 

When  the  stone  landed  in  her  palm,  she  turned  it  gently,  inspecting  the  angles.  It  wasn’t  polished,  not  in  the  way  tourist  shops  tried  to  make  everything  glint  under  artificial  light.  This  one  was  raw.  Uneven.  A  strange  shimmer  across  the  surface  that  looked  like  it  didn’t  quite  belong  to  any  one  color:  silver,  gray,  the  faintest  suggestion  of  violet  when  she  tilted  it  just  so. 

“ Oh,  this  one’s  weird ”,  she  murmured,  and  it  was  clearly  a  compliment.  She  held  it  up  toward  the  window  where  the  sunlight  caught  it,  watching  as  something  flickered  inside  .  .  .  not  light  exactly,  but  depth,  like  the  rock  had  a  center  it  didn’t  want  to  show  all  at  once. 

“ Do  you  see  that? ”,  Camille  asked  Mildred,  angling  the  rock  for  a  better  view,  “ That’s  not  just  quartz.  Might  be  something  else  layered  in  .  .  .  hmm,  maybe  feldspar,  maybe  something  rarer ”  Her  eyes  drifted  back  down  to  the  surface,  thumb  brushing  it  again.  The  Hollow  had  taught  her  to  trust  her  instincts,  especially  when  they  itched  like  this. Like  something  quiet  was  humming  just  under  her  skin.

“ Was  there  anything  else  with  it  in  the  box? ”

[occultologist]

MEMES?

@clcmsywitch ASKED: “…Everyone thinks I’m a terrible witch!”

❝ OH . NO . i'm sure it can't be everybody . ❞ which , coming out of his mouth , doesn't actually sound terribly reassuring . his brows furrow and he waves a hand . ❝ no , what i MEAN , is that we all have things and places we can grow . perhaps - this is yours . ❞

[bloodsucking-bstrd]

“You’re mean…” Unprompted

“Mean? Says the judgy stranger, that’s what you are, judgy. Have you been watching me? You know it’s rude to stare right?” he asked, a shit-eating green spreading across his face, his eyes full of mischief to come. “Anything else to accuse me of cutie or you done for the day?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Max was indeed a mean man, he enjoyed playing with humans, since he was turned the vast majority of them meant nothing to him, they were food, toys to be played with or a workforce to be put to maximum effectiveness. Whoever she was, he found it interesting and slightly amusing that in his mind, he thought she felt she had the right to judge him, a stranger. “Have we met before and I can’t remember? Used to happen a lot.”

[devorantescorda-2]

“Would you like some gummy worms?” Unprompted

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, his cold grey eyes flicking to the colourful, sugar-coated shapes in her palm. They looked absurd in his world of blood oaths and shadow magic—bright, wriggly little things meant to bring joy.

He tilted his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Gummy worms?” he repeated, his tone edged with amusement and disbelief. “I prefer my worms... less cheerful.”

There was a pause. He took one from the bag anyway, holding it between two fingers like it was a strange artifact. “Tell me, do these wriggle when swallowed?”

[lupiinee]

"Is it possible for a witch to be afraid of heights?" Unprompted

❝ oh ! sorry ! ❞ remus glanced over , seeing mildred with her back against the wall , her eyes staring down at the narrowing set of stairs beneath them . remus turned slightly , GINGERLY placing the stack of books he was carrying down on one of the steps , before reaching into his sock ( a habit he had gained in his twenties ) pulling it out && giving it a flick as the books lifted up from their resting place && floated beside him .

❝ here , take my arm , ❞ he offered cheerfully . ❝ we're not too far from the classroom , && you're perfectly sa -- WAIT , jump up this step , it's a trick one -- perfectly safe . ❞ @clcmsywitch