#witch starter

Imogen stood in her favourite magic shop. She flipped through the pages of the spell book she was considering buying. She was lost in her own thoughts as she flipped the pages slowly. She looked up as she felt the presence of someone near her. “Oh! I’m sorry. Am I in your way?”

Rune smirked at the man across the bar. They'd been staring at each other all night and the witch was just drunk enough to play along. Sure, he wasn't his usual type, but fuck it, tonight everyone was his type. The witch strode over and leant down to whisper in the man's ear, a deep southern honey coating his words,"Y'know, staring is just rude unless you're going to invite your victim over. Lucky you, I'll let it slide.~"

“Yeah, I know a couple of hexes.” Harper wasn’t in the habit of discussing the darker sides of his practice, but he saw no reason to lie yet. Every smart witch knew a bit of defensive magic for when push came to shove. “Why you askin’? Somebody botherin’ ya?” 

“D’ya ever wake up wantin’ to cry?”

Imogen was walking through the forest and stopped, taking a step back. She looked back at the other. “Have you ever been here before?” She asked. “Don’t worry, I know where I’m going.”

It was late at night and she had heard noises from the hallway. “Hello?” She called as she walked down the hall.