Icarus
A sixteenth birthday fell upon the Lovelace home. The most anticipated day for any young witch or warlock to devote themselves completely to the church of night and Dark Lord. An old sacrament performed by witches for centuries. One that's sacred and unholy. Evie Lovelace was looking forward to making it right for her niece. She wanted this day to be one for the books in Violet's life. An important moment she'll remember forever. So she ransacked the kitchen trying to make a special breakfast meanwhile the now sixteen year old slept through the early morning. It wasn't long before she woke up and found Evie in shambles. The sound of trudging on the floor caused the woman to quickly turn around holding a basin and a battering tool. Evie looked back at the girl whose hair was sticking out in different directions still in her jammies.
"Good morning, Violet! How did you sleep? I'm making breakfast. Pancakes." Evie continued to batter. "Sit. It'll be ready in a bit."
"Thanks. But you don't have to go through the trouble." Violet sluggishly said while rubbing her eyes.
"It's not a trouble. This is an important day. I just want to start it off right for you." Evie smiled.
"Pancakes, you said?" Sleepy-headed Violet perked up. Evie nodded then the girl mumbled.
"What's that?" The relative turned her face to the side. She heard the teenager mumble something else like 'nothing'. "So any luck with finding a familiar?"
Violet cleared her hoarse voice. "Yes, there was—"
She didn't get to finish because Evie shrieked disturbingly. "Don't move!"
Violet cocked her head in confusion and watched as her aunt slowly reached for a newspaper on the counter, rolled it up, and gently brought it up then smacked it down onto Violet's shoulder. It was her turn to shriek.
"Aunt Evie?! What was that for?" She said loudly.
"There was some type of bug on you." Evie sighed then dropped the review.
"Bug?" It still didn't register her cloudy mind.
"Yes, on the table." Evie pointed a polished finger.
Violet's eyes widened as she saw her familiar scarcely stagger a wave from its splattered wings. "Oh no! You killed my familiar!"
"Your what—familiar?" The hazel eyed Venus stumbled.
"Yes, my familiar!" Violet repeated. Worry straining out of her voice. "Why would you smack my familiar to his death? He's not a fly!"
Evie watched her niece push her face closer and poke the insect. "I thought it was a moth. Usually moths have a bad omen. Death!"
"Yeah, on my butterfly." The teen exasperated.
"Wait, you chose a butterfly as your familiar?" Evie weirdly questioned.
Violet nodded. "I summoned a familiar yesterday and he came to me last night." The butterfly started twitching back to being an active aphid. "And we chose each other. Isn't that how it works?"
"Yes. Sorry, it's just a butterfly is not a common familiar. It's not even a familiar at all in the witch community." Evie explained and watched the bug carefully. It fluttered and landed on the girl's hand.
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Icarus; Nicholas Scratch
Fanfiction❝Wish you could look at me the same way.❞ Violet murmured sadly. Nick's gesture softened a bit and he looked at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about. ❝What do you mean?❞ ❝I can't help what I am, Nicholas. I know you feel remorse.❞ She...
