clarification from the last chapter that nobody asked for: my mom's actual name isn't Bonnie but it's similar to her name and she says she's always liked that name
making this clear now: I will never proofread these
if a grammatical error or whatever the hell upsets you that much, you're welcome to break into my house to fix it /j
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Char awoke with a gasp as she looked around the room. Yep, it was the same supply closet that'd she'd gone to sleep in last night. "It wasn't a dream!" She exclaimed gleefully, standing up and walking over to the window, pushing it open. "Good morning terrifying fantasy world!"
"Good morning!" A green creature with tentacles and a shit ton of eyes waved at her before disappearing back into the ocean's depths. Char shuddered, walking over to King and picking him up.
"Good morning, you little cutie-pie!" She said, planting kisses all over his head. "I am not your cutie-pie!" He shouted, still trying to push her away. "Yes, you are!" She said in a sing-song voice before setting him down.
"I know." Looks like King has accepted his fate. Good for him. Char got dressed in her lovely purple and white cat hoodie and black leggings. Her rainbow vans clashed with the outfit, sure, but they were the only shoes she had with her so sue them.
She went into the bathroom and was greeted by none other than: Hooty.
"Hi, Charlie!"
Char screamed and of course, as anyone would do, karate chopped a god in the face. Looks like those three Taekwondo classes she went to four years ago came in handy after all.
"Ow! I'm just wishing you a good morning! Jeez! Ow! Hoot!"
"Sorry, Hooty!"
The blonde then turned her attention back to her Azura book, which was in the bathroom for some reason. She flipped it open to a page and held it up to her face. "This is it, old girl!" Void announced. "You're first day on the Boiling Isles! As a witch apprentice!"
After that it was to generic closet #58. Opening the door, hand over their eyes, it pleaded "Please have witchy clothes. Please have witchy clothes. Please have witchy clothes." And low and behold, there were witchy clothes.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Aaaaaah!"
Grabbing a robe and pointy hat (as well as sticker that said Hello! My name is witch apprentice Char!), she made her way to the bottom of the steps. They heard Carmen's footsteps and she soon appeared at the top of the steps.
"Good morning, Carmen the Owl Lady! I am ready for my first day of witch apprenticeship!"
"Who are you again?"
"Wha-"
Following her into the kitchen, the blonde tried to jog the brunette's memory. "Remember me? Char? Charlotte Tyler Magnolia Jones?" A mug hit her on the head. "We freed the oppressed and defeated the evil warden together? Last night?"
"Kid, lay off the details." Carmen sighed. "I haven't even had my cup of apple blood yet."
"You mean apple juice?"
"No."
She then walked over to table, sitting on it, as she sipped her apple blood. "Teach me some magic spells!" Char practically demanded. "When do I get a magic staff? Was I supposed to bring my own runes?" She gasped. "DO YOU HAVE A DANGEROUS MAGICAL QUEST FOR ME?!"
"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, slow down, kid." She pushed the teenager off of them. "Being a witch doesn't just happen overnight. Also, you're wrapped in a bathrobe and wearing the dirtiest traffic cone I've ever seen."
Removing the hat, Char blew at it revealing that it was, indeed, a traffic cone. King laughed at her.
