Murder of Crows |BTS

Landon 'Y/N' Crowrage

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When the words 'witches' come to mind, there are two images. Either a children's storybook witch, ones that have a long proboscis-like nose and warts. Maybe they cackle threateningly in the air, wear cone hats, and ride on uncomfortable looking straw brooms. That's the first image. The second image, one that is becoming increasingly more common with widespread internet usage, consists of a 'sexy' looking gothic witch. A woman with kohl-lined eyes, a sultry whisper, crooning voices, black nails that beckon seductively, long tangled hair and maybe a pentagram necklace hanging around her neck.

It isn't that these images are incorrect, per se, but it's definitely a large part of the reason why the magical community have managed to stay undetected for centuries. Mostly.

The dull hum of the Recreational Vehicle's droned on as the heavy set camping car drove down the highway. An occasional jostle as the wheels bumped over potholes shook the curtains, metal rings scraping against the railing as the cheap material swung up and down.

Just four normal human sisters on a road trip.

Right?

"Landon- I mean, Y/N-ah, it's your turn to drive," a girl sitting on the drivers chair called out. Her name was Valen Crowrage, and she was the third youngest of the four sisters. Landon, or Y/N to the people that knew her, shook her head without looking up, her fingers still tapping away on a phone rhythm game.

"It's Austin's turn," she replied, referencing the oldest Crowrage sister who was currently using the toilet. "Besides I'm on Accident Duty."

They had been insulted when Y/N had proposed the 'Accident Duty' job. ("Are you doubting my driving skills, Y/N-ah?") But after the third near incident, it was very evident that Accident Duty was a much needed thing. Though Valen still thought it was a copout.

The oldest sister sighed, walking out of the small bathroom and plopping down on the passenger seat besides Valen, wiping her wet hands on her jeans. "Are you going to at least pull over so I ca-"

"Nope!" Valen cheerfully interrupted, letting go of the wheel abruptly and shooting to her feet. The RV swivelled, nearly crossing a lane over. Austin yelped, grabbing the steering and rushing to slide into the cracked leather of the driver's seat. Valen stepped out from the front, cracking her neck and knuckles. She had been on drivers duty for barely two hours, and here she was, acting like she had been chained there for days with how loudly her groans of relief were. 

"Y/N-ah!" Austin complained, hands digging into the wheel. (She didn't drive often.) "Why didn't you warn me that Valen was going to do that? We could've gotten into an accident!"

Y/N rolled her eyes from her seat, seemingly unbothered by the brief derailment. "Yeah, but we wouldn't and we didn't so we're fine."

Their second oldest and last sister, Benjamin, seemed to have finally woken up from the spike in activity, judging by the sound of sheets shuffling and yawning from the back. She sat up, hair ruffled from sleep and eyes droopy. "What happened?"

"You tried to drive more hours by drinking one of Austin's Power-Up Potions. Drank the wrong one. Catnap Concoction bottle. I had to drive," Y/N clipped, definitely not one to waste time on extraneous words. She was immersed in her phone game, irises flicking around the blinking screen as her thumbs tapped to the beat of music. Benjamin nodded, her eyes squinting at the bright sunlight streaming through the windows before turning back over and going to sleep. The potions groggy effects lingering still in the young witch's system.

Austin, the oldest sister, spoke from the driver's seat, craning her neck around to face them. "We are going to be entering the Seoul area, where we're going to change into presentable wear and explore. So please do your best not to expose that the Crowrage sisters have... for lack of a better word, flown the nest and are here."