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First day at a new school. Sucks. I could feel the stares of my fellow students as I walked down the halls. Practically ogling me, I quickly headed for my locker. Putting in the combination, I yank open the door. Hearing the creak of the metal. I sigh, looking at my time table.
“Need help?” I hear a soft voice perk up from behind me. Making me jolt as I felt their breath on the skin of my neck. I whip my head around, meeting the gorgeous blue eyes of Sam Monroe.
“Sorry…” He must’ve noticed my startled expression because he smile sheepishly. His hand raising, as he scratches behind his neck. “You just looked- a little lost.”
I smile softly, “was it that obvious?” I tilt my head, observing him. His band t-shirt covering his chest. The hallway lights catching on his piercings. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, catching his piercing gently.
He nods slowly, “a little… Okay it was pretty obvious.” He replies, and I swear I could see his cheeks flush a soft pink. I bite the inside of my cheek softly. Looking down at my schedule, “what class do you have?” He asks, leaning closer to presumably take a peek at my timetable. His breath hitting my face, sending chills all over my body.
“Umm… AP bio.” I say softly, looking back up at him. Realising how close we had gotten.
A smile tugs at his lips, “someone’s smart.” His tone holding a teasing edge. I roll my eyes exaggeratedly, trying to hide my amusement.
“Some of us have to be,” I retort jokingly.
He places a hand over his heart in mock defence. “Are you calling me dumb?” He raises his pierced brow.
I shrug, “your choice of… company suggests so.” His brows pull together and he leans closer. I notice his eyes flicker behind me for a moment. To the piece of obsidian I had sitting on top of my biology book.
He looks away from it, to the magnet in his hand. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He fiddles with the magnet in his hand he pulled off of my locker door.
“Your friends with Josh aren’t you? He isn’t exactly the brightest.” I add, turning back to face my locker. Pulling out the books I needed for my next class. I grab the obsidian tumble, feeling it against the palm of my hand.
A groan escapes his lips. “Josh is definitely not my friend,” he replied defensively. Almost like he was insulted by the mere idea of being friends with Josh. I feel his eyes drawing holes into the back of my head. Like he was analysing every movement and every word. It was kind of unnerving, like those pretty blue eyes of his were staring into my very soul.
I glance at him over my shoulder, “oh. He hangs around you a lot, I just assumed.”
He hums in response, “he’s trouble.” He places the magnet back on my locker door. “You should avoid him.”
I glance up at him, “some people say the same thing about you.” I turn back around to face him properly. Curious to how he would respond, did he know what people said about him? Did he care?
He looks down at the floor, licking his lips. “And do you believe them?” He questions, his voice was so soft it was almost… meek. My eyes softened slightly in response.
I look him up and down, “nope.” I reach for his hand, watching as his fingers unraveled from the fist they were previously clenched in. I hold the back of his hand, his palm up. I felt him stiffen slightly at the sudden contact. His shoulders dropping as he relaxed from being caught off guard. I place the piece of obsidian on his open palm. Before finally meeting his gaze.
His eyes held curiosity and a hint of… warmth? “What are you doing?” He leaned closer.
“Checking something,” I mutter. Taking the crystal off his palm for a moment. “Shh...” I say before he could ask another question. Pressing my thumb against where it had been. It was warm, I put it back. Closing his fingers around the crystal.
“I don’t understand…” He mumbles, I slowly release his hand. Looking back up at him, I gently brush some strands of his messy hair that had fallen into his face.
“It’s yours now,” I reply. Making his eyes widen, and that familiar pink flush coated his cheeks once again.
“You- your giving this to me?” He clarifies, looking a mix of confused and surprised. His eyes widened slightly as his gaze flickered between me and the crystal in his hand.
“Yes,” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Why?” His flustered tone making his words come out more high pitched.
“Cause I want to,” I answer honestly.
“You want to,” he repeats to himself. “You want to give me this, like a gift?” He asks, and I nod. A smile breaking out on his face. Making one tug at my lips. “Thank you…”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got plenty. And by the looks of it, you need it more than I do.” I say softly, he tilts his head. It was so adorable, how were people afraid of him?
“What makes you say that?” His gaze ever intense, felt like he was staring into my soul.
“I just have… a feeling. I suppose you could say,” I elaborate.
“You mean a witch feeling?” He whispers, a grin lingering on his lips.
I chuckle softly, “perhaps.” I tap his chin teasingly, “why you have a problem with that?” I retort, raising a brow.
He quickly shakes his head, “no. Nope- I just meant-“ His cheeks flushing a bright red as he struggled to speak.
I nudge him gently, “relax. I know what you meant, I’m messing with you.” I grab the remaining of my stuff I need for class, before closing my locker. “I have a feeling you and I are going to get along just fine. Emo boy,” I grin.
He chuckles softly in response, his shoulders shaking. “What makes you say that? Wait let me guess… a feeling?” He quips, making me roll my eyes dramatically.
“Yeah maybe…” I shake my head, trying to hide my amusement.
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Could you do a crow reader? Like they got the wings, love shiny things, I’d imagine like star magic and I’ve read that crows have a lot of anxiety. Overall, a poor anxious crow who’s probably scared of the platonic yans 🪦
Ooooo, poor Crow Witch! Reader! They'd definitely have extra anxiety due to the platonic yans, not to mention being an obvious hybrid. With star magic (I'm going to say reading the stars and finding out future events, maybe making small stars, being able to make wishes on stars, by making a special charm that as long as you have it, grants whatever you wished). May I call you Crow Anon?? Let's try it like this:
• Being a bird hybrid was hard. Always wanting to collect shiny objects, constantly having to keep your feathers clean, trying to keep a neat and tidy shop, trying to not get aggressive or anxious with less-than-polite humans... You certainly had your work cut out for you.
• You had the magic of the stars on your side. Being able to make small stars, make wish-granting star charms, even being able to divine future events or moments from the stars. Not to mention stars were quite popular with humans and hybrids alike, so you were never out of business! But... you had had some... new... customers come in... And they acted really odd around you.
• They weren't mean, nonono! Yet whenever you mentioned a mean customer or sour anti-hybrid protestor or recounted a past problem- they got this strange look in their eyes, a dark look, as though they were plotting on how to, well, destroy whatever had caused you grief. But that's crazy! But still...
• The moment they found out about your wishing star charms, they'd asked if they could purchase some. It wasn't much issue to ring them up and package them, nor to give careful instructions on how they worked... You even mentioned you had one or two on you...
• After that, things got better for you! Any mean customers suddenly seem to have an attitude adjustment, any anti-hybrid bigots dissappear, and your business is even more popular than it was before! You wonder if maybe your odd customers had something to do with it... Nah. Why waste a wish on a little shop with a spooked crow? Yet you can't help but wonder if maybe you're worrying about the the thing...
• You see them more often, your weird customers who always talk to you and pull you away to explain an item to them, who never leave you alone when they're around. They seem happier, perhaps almost smug, in a way. They don't mention what they wished for, but they do ask if perhaps you have made any wishes yourself...
• You had before... but those wishes were... well, they weren't the sort you admit to having made. They were for protection, from well- everything. One to protect against homophobes, one to protection against muggers, one to protect against robbers, one to keep you safe from drowning, one to keep you safe from fire... Even one to protect you from perverts and the worst of humans and hybrids... But... If you mentioned those, then someone wouod know, then someone could wish they weren't with you or that they broke, and then you'd be unsafe, and then-!
• You worried, okay? You didn't make it this far without being cautious.
• The problem happens when a rival, a human witch, pops up, and tries to... "partner"... with you. When they dont take no for an answer, they threatened you, saying they could enchant you to be loyal to only them, or curse you to go blind, or they could make you into a real crow-! When your new friends suddenly appear, eyes darker than before and smiling sharply, they offer to handle the rude witch... The rude witch had paled, yet stopped fighting and snapping... And when your friends take them away, well...
• You realize that you might need to add an extra protection wish... The question is... is it for them or is it for you?
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as the school year begins here's a couple of magical tips:
drink celestial water (promotes creativity, focus, energy, confidence)
carry amethyst, tigers eye, & carnelian with you
write sigils in your notebooks to promote clarity, success, & focus
take healthy snacks (like sunflower seeds, pistachios, fruits & veggies! these are healthy for you and promote positive benefits spiritually)
put lemon or strawberry in your water
enchant your pens/pencils!
wear essential oils (lava rock beads or other means of carrying such as balms) to promote focus and calmness
make good luck charms (can be bracelets, rings, a keychain, etc)
have a good school year :]
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