𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐝𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 ((discontinued))

🌺 | 𝘽𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙨

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩? Yes | [No]

a/n: first angst–comfort of the
book let's go–

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Sanctum Sanctorum, Greenwich Village, New York

"Anthea!" Wong hissed out, glaring as a small bearded dragon landed on his head. 

The kitchen cupboard was held open as the said girl peered around the corner. Her eyes lit up as they landed on the reptile atop Wong's head. She walked over, gently picking up the creature.

"Trevor! There you are!" She grinned. 

"Since when did you have a pet reptile?" Wong frowned, brushing his hair in case.

"Since I found him off the street. Poor thing was lost. His previous owners might've lost him somehow. But I took him in because he was just too adorable!" She smiles, holding the reptile out.

Wong moved back in slight disgust.

"Right. Well, I'm going."

He walked out before glaring at Anthea one last time, pointing at Trevor.

"And keep that thing away from me."

Anthea frowns, hugging Trevor a little closer to her.

"He's just grumpy," She grins before walking off. "Come on, I got a comfy terrarium for you."

She then walks off with Trevor in her hands, smiling as she walked off, ending up back in her room. Anthea gently placed the reptile into the terrarium, feeding Trevor before lying on her bed, pulling a comic book from under her pillow.

She eyed the clock in her room, aware that Stephen would enter soon, asking her to practice a few spells. She could get a little reading done at least while she was at it.

Slowly, the minutes ticked by as the girl lay in her bed, reading the comic. Eventually, fifteen minutes had passed and her curiosity had grown. Stephen was never late, especially this late. So what was holding him up now?

Anthea frowned, getting up from her bed before walking out the door, looking for the Sorcerer supreme.

"Stephen?" She called out, frowning.

She continued to wander around, looking for the man before stumbling across the kitchen. From within there, she heard a few voices, Wong's clearly evident as Stephen hummed. Just as she was about to walk in, she had heard her name.

"Stephen, I am serious about this," Wong huffed. "I don't think Anthea's ready to become a sorcerer."

"Whatever could you mean?" Anthea felt the side eye of Stephen's glance.

"She's a menace Stephen. She's irresponsible and reckless, and she doesn't think of the consequences of her actions. She isn't fit to be a sorcerer at all."

"I agree."

Anthea's eyes widened as her eyebrows furrowed. Her chest began to hurt, eyes beginning to water before she silently walked away, returning to her room to pack her things.

"That's what makes her human, and I'm not giving up on my first student, and child, so quickly," Stephen frowned, unaware of what the girl had heard. 

"Oh, and her progress so far has been pretty remarkable. She's learning faster than I did."

It seems as though she didn't stay long enough to know what had happened. Wong partially nodded, thinking.

"Gotta agree with you there."