bitchcraft//fillie

Chapter Six

"Dad! Where'd you put my deodorant? I can't find it." Finn hollered through the hallway of his house, strolling into the quiet living room that was lit dimly from only the tv being on, with only his blue jeans and black converse on his feet, the soft white plain-tee shirt bunched up around his shoulder while he held it, as his determined father sprinkled salt from a large metal bowl around the outskirts of the house before daylight could even hit the early morning. As Finn slightly parted the curtain to see where his dad was, he rolled his eyes with great strength at the sight of what he was doing due to the porch light glowing. 

Sure, Finn believed in what his father taught him, but he wasn't as passionate as the other men in his family were about the idea of witches being abominations to the world. Finn knew that witches were dangerous, but he didn't care to exploit such beliefs, even around his dad.

With a sigh of defeat, going without his stick of deodorant that he knew that he couldn't find on his own, he quickly released the parted black curtain exited out of the living room to finish getting ready for school, harshly rubbing his tired as along the way.

He'd wondered if he would see that girl again today somewhere. That girl he completely ruined a chance to have a conversation with while they were in detention.

She even talked to him first, and he was so angry at himself for choking up too quickly. All she said was "hey,", and it seemed like Finn just couldn't keep himself together. He knew that it was the fact that he thought she was pretty that held him back from feeling more comfortable enough to talk to her. He hates how shy he gets when a certain type of girl talks to him.

And the certain type of girl that really got to Finn were the pretty ones. The ones who can evidently carry themselves, or at least that's how Finn saw her. He thought she looked like the kind of person to be put-together and driven, but he couldn't know for sure since they are strangers.

She has a boyfriend, anyway Finn thought glumly, remembering the guy who came to the detention room to call her out into the hallway, as he threw his white shirt over his head inside of his bright bedroom, blinking through his drastic exhaustion as his head poked through the large hole, as did his pale arms.

Finn had trouble getting to sleep at night sometimes, so it's hard telling when he'll wake up feeling fully refreshed like he used to when he was a bit younger. His body just turned on him when it got close to bedtime, or when his head would hit the pillow in preparation for a night's sleep. Whether he had a tiny bit of caffeine way earlier in the day or none at all, whether he was out and about all day on his feet or at home just resting, it never mattered. He just couldn't sleep well, when he could at all.

All Finn wanted the most though, was a physical friend. 

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Myrtle had called Ryder's Academy for Exceptional Young Women the night before, in which the nice woman who answered the phone assured her that a couple of men would pick Millie up from her home in secret that next afternoon, and that Myrtle could stop by to see how she was doing whenever she pleased, from the mere moment she came across the almost ancient booklet of information inside the box of dust up in the attic. This was the only solution that she thought was possible, or how else would Millie learn the ropes?

The last members of the Brown family who were witches died at old ages, so Millie's own family wouldn't be much help to her. She needed to be taught by someone with experience, not by a confused aunt who knew this and that.