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#((i wrote this 1) to have serena bicker with yuuri and 2) to have yuuri drink hibiscus tea))
star-venom · 7 years
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Witch Works
Characters: Serena, Yuuri, and Dennis Macfield
Word Count + Rating: ~1,700 words, rated G (not one swear ain’t that fantastic)
Summary: So, Serena’s a Witch. Hopefully Yuuri takes that revelation easily. [Witch/Magic AU]
A.N: All mistakes mine. This is honestly just a self-indulgent non-plot oneshot about Witch!Serena and I can’t even lie about that.
A full minute after Serena revealed her largest, most important secret to Yuuri, he took a long sip of his chilled hibiscus tea before demanding, “Show me a trick.”
She tilted her head, somewhat certain she had heard wrong. “... A trick.”
“Yes, a trick. You do know what those are, right?” Planting his cup down on a round coaster with a pink floral pattern--he must have brought it in, because she didn’t have anything posh in her dorm room--Yuuri lifted a hand and waved it in a circle. “Lift something in the air with your mind. Change this table into a dog. Breathe fire--whatever you do, make it interesting, little miss Witch.”
Falling silent, Serena took in his request. He wasn’t angry at realizing she was a Witch; honestly, he didn’t seem the sort to react so negatively in the first place. He didn’t outright write her off as speaking nonsense too, which she appreciated, as Witches tended to exist in fairy tales and video games. To Yuuri, as long as she showed him something unnatural, he would accept it.
Things could have gone worse, she decided.
“It doesn’t work like that,” Serena said, shifting her legs around on her mattress and awakening the cat resting in her lap. Luna glared at her with bright yellow eyes, warning her not to move again lest she go find a better body pillow.
Ignoring her, Serena kept speaking, voice low to not distract the other person inhabiting her room. Unlike them, Dennis was studying like a good student; his pencil scratched against paper every so often as he sat on Yuuri’s right. Somehow, he was so deep in his work that their conversation had blown right over his head. “There are different sorts of magic. I can’t lift objects or use the elements. My magic focuses on something else.”
She experienced no surprise when her friend snorted. “Unable to show me your magic powers?” Yuuri rolled his eyes in disappointment, going back to his drink. “So much for being a Witch.”
Without a second thought, Serena grabbed a pillow from the top of her bed and hurled it toward him. Yuuri dodged her makeshift weapon with practiced ease and an easy smile--but the pillow still hit the hand grasping his hibiscus tea. The cup dropped from his grip and clinked against her glass table, splattering it and all of Dennis’ study notes with deep red and sweet liquid.
Pencil tip still connected to the sheet, Dennis watched the tea soak into his papers with muted horror.
“Sorry,” Serena said, as Dennis released an anguished cry.
“My notes!” Shoving out from under the table, Dennis leaped to his feet. Even while Yuuri burst into unrestrained laughter, he did nothing other than stare at his hard work like the whole world was ending.
Leaving him to his own pain, Serena restarted the conversation Yuuri had tried to stop. “You didn’t let me finish; I am a Witch, just not the ones you tend to see. My magic allows me to speak to animals.”
“Ani--” Ending his laughing fit with a final chuckle, he faced her again, a wide, amused smile stuck smile to his face. “Animals, you said? Are you a snake whisperer now?”
“No.” She pointed down to Luna. “I speak to cats--felines. Small ones, large ones. Any of them.”
“Ah. Pardon me, then. Cat whisperer.”
“Shut up,” she said. “Do you want to know what she thinks or not?”
He shrugged. Behind him, Dennis stomped out of her bathroom with an unused white towel. “Get on with it. You talk to her while I’m around you all the time, so it changes nothing.”
Taking that as her cue, she ducked her head to look solely at her cat and familiar. Luna must have listened in while she dozed, as her golden eyes reopened without any prompting, long before Serena considered anything to ask her.
You move too much, Luna scolded, head nestled in the back of her knee. Stop it.
Sorry. I need to ask you something.
And what is it?
Yuuri came to her rescue. “Ask her what she thinks of me. She’s known me for years, after all, so she must be fond of me. Who isn't?”
What do you think of that guy? ‘That guy’ being the only thing Luna knew him as, courtesy of Serena.
Him? The gardener? Her familiar considered the question. I enjoy eating the plants he leaves out on his balcony, and the treats he bakes are tasty. Outside of that, he is rude, nasty, impatient, persistent--
Serena raised her head and told Yuuri the truth. “She thinks you’re the worst. I agree with her.”
His smile dropped. “You aren’t using magic. You’re making that up.”
“No, I’m not. You got your answer, Yuuri. Don’t get upset because my cat hates you.”
Sniffing, Yuuri scowled at her and turned away, rotating to where Dennis sat. Dennis, on his end, was patting his completely ruined notes with an incredibly downhearted air.
“I can’t believe you two,” he griped, a frown etched on his face. Yuuri’s irritation faded away like fine mist, leaving him snickering all over again. “Don’t laugh! It’s not funny! I worked hard on this!”
“You can turn it back to normal,” Serena pointed out. His green eyes snapped up to hers.
Swiftly, he replied, “No, I can’t,” too fast to imitate actual sincerity. Serena squinted at him.
“A Witch, huh…” Getting over his second fit, Yuuri lifted up his spilled cup at last, placing it back on its unnecessary coaster. “I suppose that’s interesting enough. ‘I know a Witch’ isn’t exactly something one tends to say.”
“So you believe me?”
He made a noncommittal noise in his throat. “I do require more examples than you speaking to that horrible little plant-eater,” he said, shooting Luna a scornful glare that she didn’t notice. “But I can accept this. Besides, if I find you’ve been playing me as a fool, I can always unload some of my plants into your room as punishment. You would owe me one, you see.”
“Yes, I see.” Although the small, subtle threat was unneeded.
“I do have some things you can answer, though,” Yuuri continued. Landing both of his elbows on the table and somehow avoiding both the puddles from his drink and the towel wiping it up, he asked, “How many are there? Do you know any? How many attend this school? Are they powerful?”
The last inquiry in particular sounded ominous. Scratching Luna’s sides to hear her purr, Serena answered, “There are thousands of us. I know of several, but a handful attend the Academy. If you want to see if they’re powerful, go find one and get them to cast a spell on you. I will gladly assist you in getting zapped by something.”
“Hmm. Downer.” His gaze fell to the table as he thought. “Fine. Next one. How can I tell them apart from the rest? There are too many nuisances at this school, and most are regular humans, correct? So even if I assume someone acts strangely--like stiff, uptight Phoenix in third year--I suppose I can’t call them a Witch--”
“Warlock,” she corrected.
“Pardon?”
“‘Witch’ is for women. ‘Warlock’ is for men.”
“Warlock?” he repeated quizzically, and the towel cleaning up the tea came to an immediate stop. “Warlock… Sounds sophisticated. I like it.”
Dennis released a bark of laughter that was super weak and contained enough fear to raise countless eyebrows. “What are we talking about? Warlocks?” He looked to her again, apparently now fully recognizing what they’ve been discussing for the past ten minutes or so, and he didn’t seem happy in the least. “You’re talking about magic stuff? There are, ah, better things to do, right? Like, hey, why don’t we--?”
“Witch and Warlock,” Yuuri cut him off--she doubted he’d paid his words a semblance of attention. Each time he roamed over the final syllable of ‘Warlock’ as he repeated it, a deep red flush like the spilled hibiscus tea burned Dennis’ cheeks. “Serena the Witch and cat whisperer. And… well, you do love magic.” His teasing gaze locked on to Dennis. “Dennis the Warlock. How about it?”
Dennis choked. A soft noise escaped him, like a balloon losing air. Serena suspected he had stopped breathing, too, as his flushed face steadily turned gray.
Sighing--now she was beginning to understand--she elected to help him out. “Yuuri. Come here so we can find out what else Luna hates about you.”
“I told you to not make things up,” was his automatic response. Still, Yuuri slid from the table and wandered over to her bed, arms crossed and glaring with his full concentration at her tired cat.
As he gathered what new set of questions he’d want answers to, Serena left him to it, focusing on the soft, relieved sigh escaping the Warlock in her room.
Dennis combed his fingers through his hair, the strange gray color beginning to leave his face. They met eyes again and she nodded, acknowledging his unspoken and extreme wish even if it confused her. The grateful look he shot toward her made her furrow her eyebrows, but if his decision made him happy…
With Yuuri distracted, Dennis dropped the useless towel and tapped his finger twice against his ruined notes. As though it was a simple layer of film over his papers, the spilled tea rose in the air in a dark red, sugary mass, leaving the work he’d been so worried about as good as new. Then, snapping his fingers, the tea disappeared into nothing, leaving Dennis grinning happily to himself.
Glad her room wasn’t left a mess, Serena resumed rubbing Luna’s sides, awaiting what else Yuuri would choose to ask her familiar.
It seemed, after her reveal, that things were going to continue as the exact same. Serena couldn’t have asked for anything better.
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