*Kitty's eyes*
I looked back at the guy in black. "Haha, I'm a what?" He looked at the floor then back at me, no facial expression. "You're. A. Witch. How many bloody times do I have to say it?" He had an accent I handy really noticed until now.
"So a witch, like with powers and stuff?"
He looked at me again, like I was stupid.
"How bloody dumb are you. The old man didn't say you'd be this slow."
He sighed.
"You know you're eyes, why they're like that?"
"Yeah, sectional heterochromia." I said, sounding smart.
He chuckled at the floor like that was the dumbest thing he'd ever herd.
"That's the mark of a great witch."
My sister busted the door open.
"Hey Kitty, would you help me? We have an unusually large crowd."
I walked out, and every one of our tables was full. The stranger man stood behind me.
I turned around to him. "Do you know how to wait tables? Without 'magic'?"
"Yes, I can do a pretty good job at it."
I handed him a apron. And headed to the cash register.
"Next in line please."
