In a dark and dusty attic with two beds, a couch, some canvases, books, and pieces of paper. A girl is sitting by a window and a boy is standing next to her. She turns the flame of a candle on and off with just hand movements and he was staring at a bowl of water as he moves his hand controlling the movement of the water up and out of the bowl making different shapes, when Marcel enters the room.
"I assume it's all quiet out there?" Marcel asks grabbing the attention of both witches, walking toward them. "The witches know better than to use magic, they know that we can sense it." The girl answers making brief eye contact with the boy who nods in agreement. "What about the old ones? The Originals? What are they doing here? Are they here to hurt you?" the boy questioned worriedly. "They're dangerous, and we don't want them to hurt you." The girl agrees with a nod, as they both look to Marcel for an answer, obviously considered for his safety.
"The Originals. Davina, Y/n, as powerful as you guys are, they don't stand a chance."
Till the end.
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Harvest Witch - Y/n Claire
FanfictionWitch (n): These are supernatural beings who are born with the power to affect change by magical means, known as witchcraft. Follow the story of Y/n Claire navigating being a witch when the Originals come back to town. Book 1 - Harvest Witch - Y/n C...
