Put A Spell On Me (a verkwan fic)

Chapter Seven: Hansol's Bitchy Girlfriend

Come Friday, Seungkwan didn't know what to expect of the coven. In the few days in between his meeting with Wonwoo and Friday, Hansol had taught him whatever little knowledge he had about covens - that they gathered for special occasions, that most often they were just groups of friends, that there were both good and evil covens and you needed to be able to choose carefully.

Hansol's mother, when he was younger, sometimes left in the afternoons to visit her coven. She wouldn't come back until late evening - sometimes tired, sometimes a bit more joyful - depending on the day.

"How was the meeting?" a tiny Hansol would ask.

"Good," she would reply.

"What did you do?"

"We performed a ritual."

"Is that the one with candles and singing?"

"Yes, Hansol," she said, lifting him onto her lap like she knew he liked.

"That sounds fun. I want to join a coven."

"Maybe when you grow older, you can join a coven with your friends."

"And then I can do rituals and light candles and sing with them?"

"Yes, Hansol. When you're a full grown witch, you can do all the rituals you want."

Wonwoo had picked them up at a quarter to four, after Hansol closed shop earlier than he normally would. The covenstead was a fifteen minute walk - Wonwoo clearly planned this well - and upon arrival, Seungkwan was surprised to see a lovely, modern townhouse instead of the dark, spooky tower he was imagining.

A small sign hung on the front door: 17SC.

"17th Street Coven," Wonwoo explained, and then added quietly, "or Seungcheol, because he loves himself that much."

He lead them up the front steps, which were lined with neatly potted plants in brown pots. Before Wonwoo even knocked, a shout could be heard from inside.

"WONWOO'S HERE!"

A moment later, the door swung open slightly, enough for a boy, maybe a few years older than Hansol and Seungkwan, peered out.

"Password," he grinned.

"Hoshi, I swear to god-" Wonwoo began to complain.

"I'm not letting you in unless you say the password," Hoshi continued playfully.

"We don't have a password," Wonwoo groaned. "Just let us in."

"But what if you were a left-hand path in disguise?"

"I'm not a left-hand path in disguise, oh my fu-"

Hansol nudged Wonwoo."Just say the password maybe?"

"Your friend knows what's up," Hoshi winked at Hansol. "Say it."

Wonwoo looked up at the sky in disbelief. "I can't believe you're making me do this."

"You have to. It's the rules."

"We don't have any rules! Fine. Whatever. Kwon Soonyoung is the best witch."

  "You know that's right," Hoshi grinned and shut the door for a second. Wonwoo sighed deeply and mumbled something along the lines of "why are we friends".