( witchy stranger; )

    ❝ witch. ❞

( she repeats, now
using her hands to
emphasize the term. )

❝ you know, the kind
 with magic’n’stuff. ❞

( daph says the last
bit hastily, still worried
she might look a fool. )

     “Well… I’m here. And Aunt Bonnie
       should be in her house.“
          She was going to have to call Bonnie, wasn’t
          she? The older witch didn’t live so far away; it
          was understandable that this girl would end
          up at the wrong house.
     “I could take you, if you want.” 

(Source: sassyxlette)

( witchy stranger; )

 

 ❝ oh. well. i heard some
   things…about a witch…❞

( her lips curl up into the smallest
of smiles. she doesn’t find anything
amusing, but hopes that if the female
has no clue what she’s talking about
she can simply play it off as if it had
been a practical joke. a stupid, stupid
prank. )

     “Like religious or like witch.“
          She was technically both, but Colette was
          beyond sure she was looking for Bonnie.
          Bonnie was good at teaching people; nearly
          as good as Nana. She could see why others
          would seek her out.

(Source: sassyxlette)

( witchy stranger; )

( staring makes her so
uncomfortable. she’s
trying to ignore it. she’s
fidgeting now. tapping
her feet. it’s too late, she
can’t hold it in anymore — ! )

    ❝ can i…help you ? ❞

          Here comes her social awkwardness.
          She actually wanted to talk to this one;
          strangers don’t usually just stop by.
          Was she looking for Aunt Bonnie?

    “Just wondering who you’re
      looking for.“

(Source: sassyxlette)

          That’s a witch if she’d ever seen one.