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eleven

At 5:58 p.m. the following Wednesday, there was a knock at your front door. You opened the door to two figures this time, Mark's familiar face and another young man behind him, a head taller than him. "Mark! And you must be Johnny." You beamed at the two of them, beckoning them in and then introducing yourself to the human, "I'm Y/N, please, come in."

"Thank you for inviting me over." Johnny nodded politely as he followed Mark in.

You furrowed your brows, looking over at the basilisk suspiciously. "Mark, you did tell him why we invited him over, right?"

"I did, I swear!" He promised.

"I know it might sound kind of weird, for me to be thanking you for inviting me to get petrified and compelled or whatever, but I want to help Mark out however I can. So really, thanks," the human smiled genuinely.

You relaxed at this, guiding them further into your apartment. "Well in that case, you're welcome."

"Y/N, bathroom?" Mark pointed down your hall.

"You know where it is." You waved him off as you headed towards the kitchen to grab three glasses.

Johnny followed you into the kitchen, careful to lower his voice as he told you, "Besides, none of our friends have even met you, and we're all kind of curious about Mark's new older lady friend that he keeps talking about, so I just had to come, petrification be damned."

"I do hate to burst your bubble, Johnny, but Chenle and Jisung have met me before. They live next door," you informed him.

"Oh, Mark's other friends?"

"Yeah, I guess. He hasn't drawn me a diagram, so I don't have a perfect idea of who knows who, sorry."

"Well, of our other friend group, I'll be the first to have met you, then."

"And? Am I everything you all had dreamed of? The mysterious sphinx in her lair luring poor little Markie in every week?" You opened your fridge, skimming your eyes over your drink options. "Wine? Beer? Water? Chocolate milk?"

Johnny chuckled, "Is that for 'Markie?'"

"No," you snickered. "My nephew was over this past weekend, but I figured I'd offer it to you guys since I had extra."

"What kind of wine?"

"A very lovely red. The grapes are grown in a vineyard in this fairy kingdom whose vale naturally produces magical dew. It's hard to describe, but the flavor that gets imparted is... exquisite to say the least."

"Sold."

You poured two glasses of the red wine, then filled up the third with chocolate milk. "So, if Mark hasn't explained how this works, we'll eat dinner first, then get into the magic stuff. It's kind of like exercising, it's pointless to do it on an empty stomach."

"You're different than I thought you'd be," Johnny admitted thoughtfully, swirling the wine in his glass around.

"More human looking?" You guessed, expecting that you were the first sphinx he'd probably ever met. Not only were your kind rare in and of themselves, but Mark had mentioned that Johnny didn't even meet any magical creatures until coming to college just a few years ago.

"That, and... younger?"

You snorted, Chenle's previous 'MILF hunter' comment echoing in the back of your head. You set your wine down to cross your arms and cock your head as you asked him, "What do you know about sphinx and/or basilisk aging?"

"Literally nothing. Mark molted all over our apartment a couple summers ago and it was so gross but apparently that's something that's supposed to happen a year or two after basilisks reach adulthood."