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A Strange Kind of Magic

Ellie Williams x Reader, The Craft AU, ongoing series

Ellie Williams is the new girl at your lousy LA catholic school — coming all the way from Jackson, Wyoming. She’s strange, the only girl wearing pants and making friends with all the wrong people. She’s completely helpless to the wolves that roam the halls, until you step in and teach her how to fend for herself.

CW: Period Accurate Homophobia and Racism, Catholicism, Witchcraft, Marijuana and other Drugs, Lesbian Yearning TW: Drug Use, Mentions of Suicide and Self Harm

Prologue

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A Strange Kind of Magic - Prologue

CW: Marijuana Use, Consumption of Alcohol

A/N: i can’t even BEGIN to explain how excited i am to finally combine my favourite game with my favourite movie AGGHGGEGSHG

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Ellie was holding off on telling her two closest friends the devastating news. Jesse, Ellie, and Dina had been a triple threat since kindergarten, and they’d take this even worse than Ellie already was. They sat in Jesse’s basement, Dina opposite him on the couch and Ellie sitting on the floor in front of the glowing TV, passing a half smoked blunt between the three of them.

Joel already had half the house in boxes, save for Ellie’s room which she was saving until the very last minute. She knew it'd be easier to tell her friends sooner rather than later, but she just couldn’t will the hard and hot lump in her throat away every time she tried to bring up the topic. It wasn’t until they were thoroughly high and giggling at whatever B-Rate comedy Jesse picked up that she slurred it out. Dina almost didn’t believe her ears, and Ellie wished she didn’t say anything at all as soon as she felt the prickly tears rise.

Tears were shed, hugs were shared, and the bong was brought out with a promise to cherish their last summer together.

Halfway across the country and much further south, five friends sat in a massive bedroom with the fireplace roaring. Cards were spread under crystals, charts lined the floor, and candles were lit dangerously close to blankets. The girls were laughing loudly, competing with the raging storm outside, while trying to decipher their futures. You sat across your lifelong friend, trying to see what your futures hold. Trying to decipher the cards was tricky, made even more so by the liquor you snuck, but one card stood clear: The Fool.

Something new is coming, and you have a good feeling about your senior year.

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