Random One-shots and short stories

Modern witches

"Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?"

"What? I need to heat up the potion."

"In the microwave?"

"What did you expect, a cauldron and a magical fire on my apartment's roof?"

"...in the living room, actually."

The young witch rolled her eyes while closing the microwave's door.

"Ugh, wizards. Always so dense, still living in the past."

"Excuse me?"

"Excused you." She smiled at her own cheeky answer. "Look, I get that your clan or community or whatever appreciates its past. It's the same for us. But the world has changed, and so has magic."

"It's a society..." The wizard corrected, offended.

"Don't interrupt me."

"But it's wrong that you - mmpphh!"

"Shush. I said, don't interrupt me." The witch had her hand in a fist, having casted a Silencing spell on him. "And much less in my own house, while I'm helping you. Got it?"

He furrowed his brows, wanting to reply with some not kind at all words.

She just smiled.

"Rude. I can still read your mind if I wanna, boy. Your comments and critics about how I do everything the wrong way have been giving me a terrible headache, so maybe I'll just leave you muted for a while and stop using telepathy. Some silence would be nice... Buuuut I'm not keen on restricting another's freedom. So shut. Up." The spell broke at her command. "Please."

Maybe he had been a little too proud, a little too rude. He had asked her for help, after all. And she had come to his aid without thinking twice...

"I'm... I'm sorry. I'll try to talk quieter." He agreed. But it was hard to notice that kind of thing. Living between wizards, it was the usual. Everyone was loud, and stubborn, and proud about what they thought.

...Perhaps a bit too much.

Yeah, definitely too much.

"Thank you. See? Not so hard. Now, where was I...? Ah, yes. In our schools they teach Medieval History, how so many of our sisters were burned just for helping women give birth, for treating them medically when men wouldn't, or just because they were born with magic. Many of the victims weren't even witches. And curiously enough, almost no male witches were killed. We know our past, love, all too well. "

"Even humans know that, and they don't believe in magic anymore. The Inquisition is taught in human schools too. I know it as well, but you don't know a thing about wizard history that doesn't involve Merlin, or Morgan." He replied.

"First, humans and wizards know it because it's an historical event. You know about the French Revolution too, and last time I checked you weren't born in France. Second, are you sure I don't know about wizards? Then why can I name so many? Like Abe no Seimei, Michael Scot, John Domingo, Marie Laveau, Jo-"

"Okay, okay. Clearly you know what you're talking about. I'm sorry I doubted you."

"Sorry doesn't cut it." The young witch retorted. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips while grinding what appeared to be moonstone. "Wake up, love. It was a long time ago that we understood humans destroy whatever they fear. So we learned to blend in.

Now, witches who live in the city charm their keys as so not to lose them. There are magical coffee shops where you can order a cappuccino with a shot of charisma, or tattoo studios on which you can get, for example, a compass that always points home, or ear piercings that translate conversations. We're urban witches, and we can act accordingly." She finished her speech with a proud smile, charming the smoky potion to levitate outside the microwave.

"I... never thought about it that way, to be honest." Commented the wizard, perplexed. "When we use any kind of spells, all wizards do it the same way. And we all know the same ones. It's forgiven to learn or create any new magic if you don't belong to the Council, and you need to ask for their approval everytime you are planning on using any spell."

"Wait, what?! You need approval to cast a spell?"

"Um, yes?"

The potion acquired an aquish tone, as the witch's expert hands gently aggregated the moonstone and a floating golden liquid while mixing at once.

"I kind of like the idea of using magic daily and less seriously. Maybe I could try to transfer and become a magician? They are more directed towards illusionism than I would like, but..."

"But you wouldn't have to apologize for wanting to become better at what makes you happy?"

He chuckled, looking at her with a knowing smile as she poured the potion in a Mason Jar.

"Yeah. That would be nice."

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Word count: 789

Man, I thought this one was far longer than Death's day off, and turns out it's around 150 words shorter. That's the thing with long dialogue, I suppose. I'm not sure what to think about this one. The start it's pretty good, but somewhere towards the middle it took a turn I hadn't planned at all. Well, still, I hope you liked it.

- Akire