"WILLOW! DID YOU TOUCH MY NOTEBOOK?" Max yelled as he frantically ran around the apartment.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Because you keep grabbing them!" He growled. He had them all on the shelf in his room. He had a system. How could one go missing?
Fawn walked into the room to see everything a mess. "Did you check your stack?"
"Yes?"
"The bookshelf?"
"Duh?"
"Your bag?"
"I've checked everywhere!"
"Willow's stack?"
"Y-No. I haven't. She said she didn't touch it."
"Doesn't mean it's not there. You two are so disorganised."
"HEY! I have a system."
"Yet you still manage to lose your books." Fawn sighed. "What's important about this one?"
All of Max's notebooks were important to him, just like every artist and author and so on. Some, like this one, were more important and more personal than others.
"They are... Poems... Love... Poems..." Max mumbled.
"Love poems! Who's the lucky girl?" Fawn was jumping up and down.
"Shut up. No one. Now, I need to find it. Willow cannot see what's inside. And neither can you." He added quickly before Fawn could talk. She pouted and Max went into Willow's room.
Willow's room, as I already said, is what she likes to call an 'organised mess'. At least it was easy for Max to find her spell books. The werewolf snuck over to the stack and found his notebook. He bolted from the room when he heard her voice coming from the bathroom.
Once Max was in the safety of his room, he sighed and opened the notebook. "They aren't ready for anyone to see yet. Especially Willow."
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Modern Magic
FantasyA series of one shots in a magical modern world. Willow is the disorganised witch, still learning the ropes. Fawn is the perky young fae who runs the cafe. Max is the werewolf who's imagination is in overdrive. Ashely is the quiet siren, learning to...
