#witch!renjun

“do you believe in magic?” witch!renjun asks you.

you scoff in response, “of course not silly. magic isn’t real!” you let out a sad laugh followed by a sigh before continuing, “i learned that when i found out card tricks are just math problems and flipping cards. it really upset me though. i really wanted to be a witch, you know, like in harry potter?”

witch!renjun looks over to you with a sad smile, internally he feels bad about what he was going to tell you but decides to tell you anyways, even though it’s really supposed to be kept a secret.

“why the random question?” you ask.

“oh.. just.. wondering i guess.” he replies quietly.

you nod in response and a few minutes of silence go by before witch!renjun decides to break it again.

Witch!Renjun meets you in a coffee shop that’s spelled to be invisible to mortals. Yet somehow here you were, seated at the counter with your nose buried in a book. Human.

You seemed to fit in if one didn’t look too closely. With your green woolen coat and plain bag, you could be mistaken for any of the nearby hedge witches.

But you had taken Renjun’s usual seat, and as he pouted about his cozy nook already being taken, he noticed how soft your aura was. How dim for another witchling. How human.

How human?!

Renjun rubbed his eyes, wondering if some mischevious sprite had glamoured his vision to make him see this. But the scene before him remained the same. 

“Strange,” he whispers, before deciding to go introduce himself.