53 and 90 + witch!Lisa?
Lisa hated when you did anything but cuddle her. She had spent ten minutes watching you study, waiting for you to give yourself up to her, but as you paid no mind to her, she became more desperate.
She fell back dramatically into the chair opposite you, hand coming to rest on her forehead. “Y/N, I think something’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” you scoffed looking over the top of the page to inspect her, making sure this was another one of her attempts to distract you.
She whined at the failure, looking around the room in attempt to find something to help with her goal. “If you don’t take a break I’m going to curse you,” she sat up straight, face now serious as she stared at you.
You kept the eye contact, challenging her to see if she would go through with her threat. When she raised a glowing hand, you quickly shut the book and stood up. “Five minutes, that’s it,” your words made her jump up and rush to you.
“Good,” she grinned, wrapping you tightly in her arms. “I get tired of waiting.”
