Logan opened his car door for me. "Thanks, hot du-um, r-regular, average, witch dude." I stammered as I climbed into the passenger seat of his small, beat-up gray Honda. I saw him raise an eyebrow and give me a scrutinizing look, but he didn't say anything, just climbed into the driver's seat and started up the car. I sighed softly in relief and turned the leather book over in my hands, rubbing its spine and feeling the aging leather used to bind the pages together.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Logan press a button, and music started flooding the car. I snorted when I heard the first couple notes.
"You seriously listen to Bach while driving? You're such a nerd."
"Well if I'm a nerd, then you are one too. How else would you know that this music is Bach and not just classical?" My eyes widened and I suddenly realized my mistake.
"Wait no no I-" That was when I noticed the small smirk tugging the corners of his beautiful, pink lips up-wait, what did I just say? Damn it, I was going to have to see if there was a love-suppressing spell in the book later. I punched him in the arm lightly and turned away, crossing my arms and sinking into my hoodie a bit more. I was thankful that Patton had bought it a couple sizes too big, because that made it all the more comfortable.
Logan cleared his throat slightly and I was startled from my thoughts. I glanced over to him, only to see him gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter than necessary. His face held a tense expression that can be likened to when you didn't do your homework and you're thinking of how to lie to the teacher.
"What's eating you this time, Lo?" Even though we had only known each other for an hour or so, it felt like much longer. He sighed and relaxed his hold on the wheel slightly.
"I'm just trying to figure out how I should lie to my father. He's rather...overprotective, and he'll freak out if he knows that I have a late-night job. He's also basically a human lie detector, which is great because he works with the police and he can question suspects, but not so great when I want to hide information from him."
"Wait a minute, I saw a spell in here that can let you lie-"
"That won't work. Where do you think I got my witch genetics from? Father put a spell on me a couple years back, when I first discovered my powers, that prohibits me from using magic without his presence, and it lets him know if I'm in the proximity of a spell being cast."
"...wow, that is...going to be a problem. Hmmm," I thought for a minute. "You probably go to the library a lot, right? Just say that you were there when you saw a friend, and he introduced me to you." Logan thought for a bit, I could almost see the gears turning in his head.
"I suppose that could work. As long as you're a good liar, then he probably won't suspect it too much."
"That's good, but there's one more thing. You said your dad works with the police force?"
"Yes, why are you asking?"
"Well, you're going to have to refer to me as Patton Morales then. Because Virgil Storm doesn't have the greatest history with the police." I said, balling my fists slightly in my pockets. None of the arrests were actually my fault, it was my friends throwing me under the bus and framing me, but if Logan's dad was anything like I thought he would be, then he would probably focus on the fact that I had a record in the first place. Also yeah, he could see my face and recognize me, but since all my arrests happened in a neighboring city, and I'll be telling him a fake name, he won't have any reason to look me up. I am so smort, I am big brain- just kidding, thinking up this plan used up the last two of my braincells.
Logan raised an eyebrow and stared at me, but didn't say anything. I spent the rest of the drive listening to Bach and flipping through the spell book. Most of the spells were pretty mundane, except for this one chapter that I couldn't open. The title in the index said 'Forbidden Arts.' Naturally, I made it my goal to open that book sooner or later. Not that I would ever tell Logan that, he's the boring side character who tries to convince the protagonist to not do whatever stupid or reckless thing they were going to do.
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The Magic Behind Falling In Love (Analogical Witch AU)
Fiksi PenggemarVirgil Sanders is an ordinary college student. While mourning the death of his father, he finds an old book in the attic of his childhood home. A couple hours later, his life is changed irreversibly. And to make matters more complicated, he meets a...
