Connor had just gotten out of the shower, putting on his jeans and grey v-neck, he was met by his Aunt Zelda, laying a pristine suit across his bed.
"Uh, Aunt Zelda," He said jokingly, "I'm still alive."
"This was your father's," She said, ignoring his attempt at humor, "It'll be adequate for you to wear to your baptism."
"White dress shirt," Connor questioned, "Shouldn't it be completely black?"
"That hasn't been a rule for years, decades, even," Aunt Zelda scoffed.
She left his room just as she had entered it: rapidly and in complete silence.
He turned to his familiar and said, "Well, that was a thing."
She chuckled, "It most certainly was."
Connor pulled on his boots before heading downstairs to brew himself some coffee. He was the second one awake and found himself in the kitchen alone, well, along with his familiar, of course.
He sipped his coffee before asking 'Luna, 'Why were you so insistent on me making an ice cube yesterday?'
"I just wanted to see you use your power and an ice cube seemed like a good place to start, you know, baby steps," She replied.
'Fair enough,' He thought, 'It just seemed like you knew all the right things to say to set it off.'
"I took an educated guess," She explained, 'I figured that you just needed an extra push, I'm sorry if you're mad at me.'
'I'm not mad,' He admitted, 'I'm just concerned with this ability, it's been making me irritated lately.'
"Try it again," She suggested, "Making an ice cube, that is."
Connor began to think of how frustrated he'd been lately, his nightmares, his lack of sleep, and being cursed by the sisters. He felt the familiar chill curl around his fingers and that clear dust began to fill his vision again. Looking at the dust swirling around his fingers, he collected as many as he could into his hand before squeezing his hand into a fist.
He opened his fingers to see a crudely formed mass of ice sitting in the palm of his hand. He let out a relieved chuckle, negativity leaving his mind, taking the freezing feeling and dust away with it.
Connor turned to look at his familiar, unable to keep the smile off of his face.
'I actually did it,' He thought to her, 'I think I understand it now.'
"You should practice it," She said to him, "Imagine all you could do if you mastered that."
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De ea Amico (A CAOS story)
FanfictionGreendale, a town in which every day feels like Halloween and is home to two siblings: a boy and a girl. They are half-witches rapidly approaching their 16th birthday, and as such, have to make an important decision. They must choose between their h...
