"Hello! You must be Anya," Phil greeted eagerly. He looked her up and down and his smile weakened. "Just wondering, how old are you?"
"I know, I look like I'm fifteen, but I'm eighteen, I promise!" she explained.
"Hey, you're American," Phil observed.
"Yes, I am. My brother and I moved here when I was fourteen after my parents died," she told him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Phil said quietly.
"It's alright, really. It was a while ago now," Anya sniffed the air, "Is that Asian food I smell?"
"Yup. Dan cooked it himself ," Phil gave his friend a nudge.
"You cook?" Anya cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Well, a little," Dan led them into the dining room.
"Well it smells great!" Anya complimented.
"Thanks."
The three sat down and ate chattering amongst themselves until it had come time for Anya to leave.
"So I'll see you tomorrow then?" she questioned as she opened the front door.
"Yeah, back at the co-house," Dan corrected himself.
"Well it was nice meeting you, Anya," Phil said giving her a quick hug.
"The pleasure was all mine," Anya smiled brightly as usual. "Oh! And, Dan! Do you think you can pick up some salt on the way over?"
"Yeah, sure," Dan agreed.
"Great, thanks! We'll need twenty of the big boxes! Also, fifty pounds of wax and one hundred and fifty candle wicks, thanks, bye!" Anya spun around and dashed away as fast as she could in her heels.
Dan stood dazed as he processed her words. "What?!"
It was too late for an explanation. Anya was already hailing a cab and climbing in. "See you tomorrow!"
"What does she need so much salt, wax, and candle wicks for?" Phil wondered aloud.
Dan turned to Phil and shut the door. "I have no idea, but it looks like I'm going to find out soon."
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For the entire ride to the coven, the cab driver continuously gave Dan weird looks as he eyes the grocery bags beside him.
"This is for a friend," Dan finally blurted out. Whether or not the driver believed him didn't seem to affect the stares he gave him. When they finally arrived, Dan paid the driver and pulled the ten or so bags onto the sidewalk in front of the not so small white house.
"He thinks you're a freak from a demonic cult or something," Clarissa said opening the gate
"So that's what was going on in his head," Dan said picking up some of the bags. "Wait, I'm at the coven," Dan shook his head putting them down. Immediately after, he used his telekinesis to lift everything off the ground and carry it inside with him and Clarissa.
"Dan! You got the stuff!" Anya greeted as they walked in.
"Yeah, do you mind explaining what this is all for?" Dan questioned.
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Secrets, Lies, and Covens (Phan)
FanfictionAll his life, Dan Howell was always left handed which is why the day he picked up a pen with his right hand and took notes that were identical to those of his left, he knew something weird was off. Not even ten minutes later, he realizes that he can...
