Andrew Minyard is fine being alone, really he is. Bee has her small little coven and he has his own practice, the ingredients that speak to him and guide him and his magical doodles to keep him company. The last thing he expects is to find a home amongst other witches that aren't Bee. AKA A story of a young witch finding his place and comfort in his practice. *Decided to take this from my ao3 and post it here!*