Witchcraft and Weirdness (Adopted)

Trust No One

"Um... Are you okay?"

Will snapped out of his daydreaming when he realized he was staring for too long, humility taking its place on his face as he turned a light pink.

"U-U-Um... I'm okay. Are you okay, though? Y-You look hurt," Will said as he pointed out the wound on the boy's palm.

"Thanks for the worry, but I'm okay for sure. I can fix this real quick," Dipper assured the "man" before him.

But the blue-haired teen didn't listen to the boy's assurance. It was his duty to fulfill to keep the boy safe.

The teen leaned forward and gently grabbed the brunet's hand. He slowly licked the blood off the boy's wound, warm saliva moistening his hand.

Dipper squeaked and tried to pull his hand back, blushing a crimson red at the other's sudden actions, but the blue-haired teen kept his strong grip on the boy's small hand, seemingly savouring the taste of the brunet's blood.

"Wh-What a-are y-you doing?!," Dipper stuttered when he finally managed to pull his hand away.

"I-I'm sorry, my saliva has healing properties, and you can't just go to class looking like you recently got into a fight," the teen explained, licking his lips afterwards. He didn't seem to be fazed by the fact that he just licked a boy's hand, and even managed to make the boy release a sound in the process.

True to his words, Dipper looked at his previously wounded hand and saw the familiar porcelain skin. Now he's the one blushing from his outburst.

"Thanks, I guess...," the brunet said unsurely, rubbing the back of his head.

"You're welcome, Dipper. My name's Will by the way," Will said as he chased after his blond brother.

'Weird, how does he know my name? And what kind of magic did he use?,' Dipper asked himself, confused as to what just happened.

Dipper sighed as he heard his sister squeal and hug him.

"Where were you all this time, Mabel?," Dipper questioned his sister.

"I left you alone with that dude, Dipper. He seems interested in you," Mabel told her brother, smirking at his reaction.

Dipper blushed a deep red, thinking of something he could respond with, but the bell rang, signalling the start of classes. Sighing, he adjusted his books and took a deep breath, entering the room in front of them. Class 1-2. He quickly analyzed the room and saw two vacant seats at the front.

"Hey, Mabel, let's go there. I think it's vacant." Dipper nudged his sister, who was busy chatting to her friends.

"Oh, I'm sorry bro-bro, I'm gonna sit with Candy and Grenda," Mabel apologized to her brother. Dipper seemed a little bit disappointed, but nodded anyway. He placed his things on the chair and readied his books. The other vacant seat still had no one seated in it.

... Until Tyrone Gleeful took a seat beside him.

"Hey there, dear cousin of mine. Guess this is fate, huh?" The teal-eyed boy chuckled at his cousin.

"Huh? Weird. Must be bad luck's doing." Dipper scowled as he stood up and looked for another seat. Unfortunately, the teacher already arrived, carrying his magical equipment.

"Good morning, class, call me Professor Tad. Full name's Tad Strange." He winked his purple eyes at the girls, slicking back his raven hair.

Sure, Dipper's gay, but he's not interested in older men. He sighed as the girls swooned at the man's charm and looked out the window. He didn't notice the man placing his purple eyes on him for a brief second as he smirked a little.

"I'll be your magical spells teacher as well as your advisor for this year. It's a pleasure to meet you all." He finished his introductions with a wink at Dipper, who shivered at the obviously perverted teacher.

Gosh, he's a magnet for pedophiles and perverts. Dipper wondered if it was a curse or something.

"Alright, let's start this class with an activity. The one who gets the right answer will be rewarded with a kiss on the cheek." He gave the instructions, and the girls seemed enthusiastic about the announcement.

"Alright, with that out of the way, let's start with this boy over here," Tad pointed at Dipper, who didn't look interested at all.

"And the wrong answer will get a kiss on the lips." The man smirked, excited for the game he just created.

Dipper was fucking horrified by the additional rule. He just sighed and stood up. Whatever happened, he's just perish either way.

"Alright, what's your name?," Tad asked the boy.

"My name is Mason Pines. My nickname is Dipper," he answered politely, not wanting to be sent to detention on his first day of school.

"What's the enchantment for fire?," the professor asked his student without warning.

"Fuego," the brunet answered quickly. He instantly regretted it and cursed his smart brain.

"You're right. Very good. Here's an extra reward." The man leaned forward to kiss the boy, but Tyrone stopped him before his face made contact with the other's cheek.

Tyrone placed his hand in front of Dipper's face, stopping Tad.

"Excuse me, sir, but this is considered sexual harassment if the student is not very willing. You may lose your position if you do this," the Gleeful boy stated, defending his beloved cousin from a pedophile's own way of harassment.

Tad's eyes widened at the boy's statement, not expecting someone to be smart enough to figure him out.

"Of course, I'm not gonna do that to a student, you know, I love my job more." The purple-eyed man laughed jokingly.

"Thank you," the blue-eyed Gleeful thanked the man insincerely.

"Alright, back to the lesson, we're going to discuss basic spells. Take notes if you want." The professor started the lesson, pissed by the fact he lost the chance to get a cute boy.

Tyrone and Dipper sat down, quietly listening to the class discussion.

"Thank you, Tyrone," the smaller boy thanked the teal-eyed boy.

"You're welcome. I'm just protecting what's mine, you know." The Gleeful boy chuckled, face dusted over with a light pink colour.

Dipper just smiled at his cousin and went back to taking notes for the lesson.

XXX

It's been exactly four hours, and their last teacher, as well as their physics teacher, Professor McGucket, let them go and take a break.

Dipper was the last one to go out. He didn't want to be caught in the stampede happening by the doorway. Taking out some money, he headed towards the cafeteria to get some food.

He looked at the tiled blue floor. It reminded him of Will, the mysterious boy who somehow knew his name. Or nickname at least. How did he do that? Was he some kind of mind reader? If he was, then he should stay away from him. No one can know of his heritage.

While his mind wandered off, he saw a flash of yellow before he bumped into a lean chest.

"Will's right, you smell sweet. How about I take a taste of you're blood too?," someone asked and chuckled, their high-pitched voice echoing through the hallways. 'Great. Not again. Not another pervert.' He looked up and saw a golden eye and eye patch, mesmerizing him with its shiny colour.

"Quit staring, Pine Tree. I don't want to melt."