a closed starter for @pensivity‘s clementine !
he swore he was doing it right.
being a witch didn’t come easy to iseul. hell, he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be a witch in the first place but somewhere along the way the universe had fucked up and granted him abilities. the old lady in the voodoo slash pharmaceutical store (an odd combination but it works) had told him it’s because he was the very last descendant to one of the powerful witches back in the day but it still didn’t make sense as to how it had fallen to him. instead of his mother who he was sure needed the powers more than him. or his younger sister, who to be honest, would probably cause more chaos.
chaos like this.
“oh shit, what did i do—” iseul scrambled to his feet picking up all the papers that had fallen to the ground. it was supposed to be an easy spell, or so the old lady had said; something simple to transform an old mug that no one ever used to the nintendo switch he’d been dying to have but instead of it appearing in front of his eyes like he had hoped, there was nothing but grey smoke billowing in the room and he knew in that moment something had gone very wrong.
