spiciest of cryptids

Finch: "He didn't really say anything, to be honest-"

Finch: "Just that you're a witch."

Finch: "Which sounds kinda ridiculous now that I say it out loud..."

Rory: "Nah, you're fine."

Rory: "I am a witch."

Finch: "You...are?"

Rory: "Mhmm, got my own broomstick an' everythin'."

Finch: "Um...that's...wow."

Rory: "I can explain it better if you wanna come inside?"

Finch: "Will you frogify me if I say no?"

Rory: "...maybe."

Finch: "Morning!"

Rory: "Mornin'?"

Finch: "Sooo, quick question..."

Finch: "You're not...a witch, are you?"

Rory: "A witch?"

Finch: "You know...loud cackling and turning people into frogs??"

Rory: "Finch..."

Finch: "Flying on broomsticks and boiling kids in cauldrons???"

Rory: "Probably should've gone with somethin' less flashy, huh?"

Binx: *affirming meow*

Rory: "I really don't think it was that bad, though."

Binx: *low growl*

Rory: "Whaddaya mean??? It could've been way worse!"

Rory: "You remember how my parents met..."

Binx: *meow*

Rory: *gasp* "Are you threatening to tattle on me??"

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Rory: "This isn't over..."

Finch: "Look who finally decided to come home! You stay at Kallie's last night?"

Oliver: "..."

Finch: "Uh oh...you guys get into a fight again?"

Oliver: "The neighbor's a witch."

Finch: "Huh?"

Oliver: "The neighbor's a witch."

Finch: "Ok?? Isn't that Tess girl at your job a witch too? Like, she has those rocks and tarot cards and shit?"

Oliver: "No, not like that."

Finch: "Oli?"

Oliver: "I'm...gonna go to bed."

*door shuts*

Oliver: "I think I need to lie down."

Rory: "Take your time, Red."

Oliver: "Uh-huh...."

Oliver: "Yeah..."

Oliver: "I'll do that..."

Oliver: "Uh...thanks again for the...couch."

Rory: "Not that kind of witch. This kind."

*sparkling magic*

Oliver: "Holy fuckin' shit."

Rory: "Okay, maybe that was too much."

Oliver: "Was that...magic?"

Rory: "Sure was."

Oliver: "Like actual magic??"

Rory: "Uh-huh."

Oliver: "Real magic???"

Oliver: "Hey, before I head out I just wanted to say tha-"

Oliver: "What...what are you doing?"

Rory: "Readin'. Ya'll do that out here, right?"

*book humming*

Oliver: "Not...like that."

Rory: "Like what?"

Oliver: "With a...floating book?"

Oliver: "Am I still asleep? This has to be a dream."

Rory: "Sooo what, you've never met a witch before?"

Oliver: "A witc- you- I-"

*chewing*

Rory: "Well look who's up! I made breakfast if you're hungry."

Oliver: "Ugh...morning..."

Rory: "Oof, sounds like you had a rough night."

Oliver: "Not rough, just...weird dreams."

Rory: "Yeah? You wanna talk about it?"

Oliver: "Not really...thanks, though."

Rory: "Suit yourself but, uh, if you dreamt about an old woman who don't blink and kept pullin' her teeth out then you might wanna put some salt under your pillow when you get home..."

Oliver: "w h a t???"

Rory: "Oh don't fuss. She's harmless s'long as you don't look too long."

Oliver: "You just say creepy shit to mess with me don't you?"

Rory: *laughs* "Sure, Red."