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I couldn’t believe it. Me and Giovanni had found the best seats in the Sugar Oath cafe, and were about to eat our yummy-looking Banana-Bridge Splits when a whole coven of witches showed up, black cat and all!
The black cat meowed once and jumped on our table, its bright blue-moon eyes having black slits for pupils. It stared at me and then Giovanni, twisting between our ice cream bowls.
“Can you get your animal off the table? I don’t want cat hair in my food,” Giovanni grumbled.
“Oh, calm down, Ink only wanted a look around… come’re Ink!”
The cat’s head swiveled back to the woman, after a moment it began making its way off the table to her.
“Hm. There seems to be no tables open for us to sit on this floor, Megan.” Said a witch behind the cat-bearing one who I assumed was Megan.
“Oh please, there are seats open. These two will just have to be kind enough to get up and sit somewhere else,” Megan explained.
I was stuck in shock. Witch covens weren’t a common thing to see, unlike dragon herds or wind-wielding groups. Witches had a bad reputation amongst magical society, for all the rumors of them having human sacrifices and using puppy blood to fuel their evil spells. Recently though, people have been taking a stand for witches, claiming that witches weren’t bad, and that rumors were simply just that-rumors. Even after all the publicity and news attention witches have been getting, seeing one all decked out in a black robe and pointy hat was still rare. Seeing a whole coven of them though, with brooms and spell books included… this was uncanny.
I could feel Giovanni’s eyes piercing a hole in the side of my face. It was clearly a mental nudge for me to do something.
“Uh, um… you want our table?” I said quietly.
“Hmm?” Megan asked so loudly I startled in my seat.
I repeated myself.
“Why yes, girl, we want your spot. We need it actually. We are the Premiere Moon Witch Coven, or P.M. Witch Coven for short. These towers from up here have an amazing view and the open moonlight is needed for our spells, you see.”
No way did I wanna give up my spot. I loved the Sugar Oath cafe, with its small castle-like structure and wide-range of magical ice cream flavors. Me and Giovanni happened to score the best seats, in one of the castle towers on the third floor.
“W-well, me and my friend, were kinda having a date here, and we just got these spots and we don’t wanna give them up,” I said, wondering if they had heard me. I hated myself. Why didn’t I speak up?
“Well, sorry honey, but there’s two of you and six of us. We clearly need the booth more.”
“There are booths downstairs,” Giovanni said, raising up. “And if you have trouble leaving, I can always help you with that,” Giovanni widened one of his hands and soon enough a small black hole expanded into existence, hovering over his palm.
Megan’s eyes widened and she backed up.
“Oh, the violence!” yelled one witch from behind her. “He wants to attack us because we’re witches who practice witch type magic! This is Typesm, you Typest!” a witch from back pointed her wrinkly long-nailed finger at him.
Megan turned to me sadly. “You never told me you and your boyfriend were old-worlders who only accept some types of magic. Come on, we aren’t so different, you and I, both girls who practice magic. Don’t let your typest boyfriend hurt us because we’re different.” Megan seemed to plead with me.
“We’re not typests, and he’s not my boyfriend!” I exclaimed. “We just don’t wanna hafta give up our spots!” I reasoned with her.
“Hey! Excuse me ladies, but I said no pets allowed in the cafe!” The fairy cashier from downstairs flew up behind the witch coven, her wings flapping fast as a humming bird’s.
Megan's face went from pleading to annoyed, with a huge eye roll to go with it. “Oh, right Miss Pixie, I forgot. You’re not ready for a world with witches included either.”
“Excuse me! Did you just call me ‘Miss Pixie’!? I have a name!” the cashier yelled after the coven that had already started down stairs.
Megan pointed one finger in the air as she said, “This won’t be the last you see of the Premiere Moon Coven!” Megan held Ink in her arms as she walked downstairs. Ink took one last look at me. His eyes turned blood red, almost mahogany, and he hissed at me, baring his white, needle-sharp teeth.
I stared after Ink, even after he had turned forward and disappeared down the stairs. I couldn’t stop myself.
I turned to Giovanni, who had just now closed his fist, making the black hole fade away.
“Hey, don’t let them get you all worked up. Your anger’s gonna make both our ice creams melt, and I intend on enjoying this,” I laughed.
Giovanni looked up at me, and a smile appeared on his face. “Right. Let’s eat.”
To Be Continued! Stay Tuned!
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