Reflection [Damon Salvatore x Reader]

1. Superstition

From an armchair, Caroline dabbed at her eyes as the credits for The Notebook began. You and Bonnie shared the sofa while Elena sat cross-legged on the floor between you. Turning off the player, Elena leaned her head back into the cushion. "What do you guys want to do now?"

Silence reigned for all of thirty seconds before Caroline broke it. "Let's do something... witchy."

"Something witchy?" Bonnie plucked a piece of leftover popcorn from the serving bowl and tossed it at Caroline.

Caroline barely glanced at it before catching it. Bonnie muttered a, "no fair," as Caroline leaned over her chair's armrest. "Yeah. Something like The Craft."

Bonnie served her one of her flattest looks. "Magic isn't like that."

"Oh, come on. You can't even change hair color?"

Bonnie's nose crinkled. "Maybe?"

"We're not doing a magic makeover, Caroline," Elena said.

Caroline pouted. "C'mon, you guys. We have a witch with magical powers. We have to do some kind of—spell or something!"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Magic isn't a toy."

Eyes widening, Caroline ignored Bonnie's admonishment. Instead, she sat up straight and said, "I know! We'll do that spell that's supposed to show you who you're destined for."

"Like a soulmate?" Elena asked.

Caroline's answering nod was an enthusiastic bounce of blonde curls.

"There's no spell like that," Bonnie said.

"Yes, there is." Caroline grinned. "I've done it before. It didn't work, obviously—"

"Obviously," Elena drawled.

Caroline shushed her with a look. "—but that's because I didn't have Bonnie." Treated to a pair of skeptical stares, Caroline turned to you. "Come on." She stood up and tossed her hair back. "Unless someone else has a better idea."

With a shared glance, you realized alongside the others that no one did. "Fine." Bonnie leaned forward and set the bowl onto the coffee table. "Do we need anything?"

"A bowl of water for each of us, a lock of hair to burn, and a ring."

Bonnie's brows rose. "That's... not a bad list."

Caroline's grin widened. "See!"

Bonnie's lips pressed together before she stood up. "Still no guarantee it'll work," Bonnie warned as she extended a hand towards Elena. As soon as Elena took hold, she helped pull her back up to her feet.

You all trooped across the hall into the dining room. Elena went on to the kitchen, grabbing a stack of bowls from her cupboard. Bonnie opened a drawer to grab a pair of scissors while you and Caroline got out the candles.

After filling the bowls with water and setting them on the table, Elena looked at the candles as you lit them and frowned. "I hope the whole room doesn't stink of burnt hair."

"We'll open a window," Caroline said, arranging the bowls just so.

Bonnie looked around to each of you. "You guys realize this is probably just some old superstition."

"C'mon, Bon," Elena entreated, taking a seat. "What's the worst that could happen."

"Don't say something like that," you admonished before sitting.

Bonnie blew out a breath before lifting her hands. "Fine. I'll try."

An excited, "Thank you," came from a bouncing Caroline before she slid into her seat.