Bewitched (Neymar Jr) ✔

#21, On Our Own

"Sounds like a date to me," Zelo said matter-of-factly, swinging his black tail to and fro.

"It was not a date."

Gil scoffed. "I'm with the cat on this. And I can't believe I just said that."

Avalon rolled her eyes, glad that Gil still had his humour despite their crucial situation. "It was not a date. We just–" She shrugged when she couldn't find the right words. "We get along really well, is all."

This time, Zelo and Gil both scoffed in sync, making Avalon shake her head in exasperation as she turned her attention back to the task at hand – brewing a potion.

So what if her and Neymar got along? Really well, that was. They didn't know each other all that long, sure. Yet she felt she'd always had him on speed dial to call whenever something was up. Which had begun with Davi and his bed time whenever his dad wasn't around but did it really matter all that much?

They usually talked for a while as soon as Davi had fallen asleep, gradually lengthening their phone calls day by day. They wrote text messages now and then. And they goofed off and had fun, be that in the kitchen making dirty jokes or on the beach creating sand sharks.

And now, as of today's exchange at the aquarium, they apparently also had reached a point where it was okay to trust the other with serious stuff too. Like, dead or alive serious stuff. Her warden's mother's missing case being closed, for one.

In such a short time they'd become... friends. Yes, that's what it was. They'd connected on that level fairly quickly. So much so that people looking at them basically had to assume there was much more going on, nevermind his "off the market" status.

Thinking back on tonight, she had to admit the idea wasn't all that far-fetched. Especially when you considered their almost-moment. Yes. It certainly could be misconstrued as a date.

Avalon groaned, letting her head fall down. Trust the cat to just right out say it. Great, she thought, leaning back from the concoction on the portable cook plate, now I'm starting to think it too!

"Ah," Zelo commented in a knowing voice, "I know comprehension when I see it."

"Well, no one likes a know-it-all," Avalon retorted, lacking a better comeback. Besides, she already knew any reply would have been admission enough for him.

The cat lay on the counter of the bar slash witch kitchen slash headquarter of the "Free Neymar Club", watching his reluctant-but-not-so-reluctant-anymore student do what witches normally liked to do: brewing magical potions, for example. His pitch-black body formed a stark contrast to the white paint of the furniture, the drastically opposing colours softened only somewhat by the dim lighting provided by spots in the ceiling.

Outside the floor-length window, night was holding Castelldefels in its clutches. Initially, Avalon hadn't wanted to put on lights at all – the risk of being seen was too high – but that had proven irrelevant because she'd magically hidden the bar. Thanks to Zelo's foresight, it was hidden behind an obfuscation spell that Avalon had activated when she'd locked the door behind her and Gil, just before Neymar had stormed up the stairs in pursuit of Zelo in the afternoon.