Yo! I'm Witch. And I'm a witch in training. I'm from a long line of a family of witches and wizards. But witch isn't my name. Granny says I don't deserve it until I pass. Though I do spell it with a capital "W".

Until I pass my Witch test when I get bigger, I'm gonna get a real name. A real pretty one too! Ohohoho! I was thinking of something with a "B".

I sighed a little. But for now, "Witch" will do.

I'm finally big enough to pass my first exam. I'm so excited about it. My first step! I skipped off with a grocery list and a bag of gold to get all the things I need to make a special potion.

Granny always tells me a good witch finds the best ingredients. If you can't find them, use what looks like a substitute. That way you make new potions. I got a lot of substitutes.

I'm supposed to make a boring healing potion. But, ohohoho~! I'm gonna make so much more than that!

"Lessee. Pepper, marshmallows, ipecac petals, rose thorns, tail of newt, bark of what's used to make firewood… Oh, this is gonna be hard." I have to find a human guinea pig.

That's gonna be difficult… I don't have any friends outside of my family. It's something I'm too fussed about. "Yo!" I said to the first kid I saw, she looked around my age, maybe older. It's also the only one around in the woods. She's looking down on the ground. Oh, I think she's crying… Good! Perfect for my potion~. "Are you hurt?"

She looked up at me. "No."

"Ew!" I reacted at her eye. It's lazy-eyed. She immediately hid her face again this time with her hands.

"Don't look at me!" The green haired girl cried running in the other direction.

"Wait!" I ran after her. That's not easy, while I'm certainly not out of shape. She seems to be more fit. I have trouble keeping up. I wish had a broom already… "I just wanna help!"

"No! You're gonna make fun of me, like everyone else!" She yelled back.

I said nothing in return, I was thinking up a spell I have to slow her down.

"Oof."

"Ha!" I grinned and cheered. I didn't need to cast something. She just simply ran into a tree. Lucky me. I helped the crying girl get up. "Oh!" I winced. Covering my mouth.

"What is it?!"

"You sure you wanna know?"

"Yes!"

"Uh… What you think it is?"

"My teeth hurt really bad! Owieowie."

"Huh. That weird." I picked something up she won't like. I held them in a fist so she wouldn't see it. "Close your mouth and move your tongue around."

"Wha?"

"Just do it."

"O-Okay." She gasped out loud. I do feel kinda sorry for her. "My tooth!"

"Check again."

"My tooths!"

"It's teeth." I corrected.

The greenhead was distraught. I mean I would be too if didn't look where I was running. "How many am I missing?!" That's what I'm assuming she was saying anyway. She widened her mouth to show them off.

"A little wider." She did what I asked. "Now stick your tongue out." I saw everything needed before. I just wanted to see a funnier face. "Fufufufufu."

"Hey!"

"Fufufu. Sorry." (Not sorry.) "You're missing exactly as much as I have in my hand." I laid out my and showing the dirty, formerly pearly whites.

"Uh… One… Tw- Who cares!" It took me by surprise how swift and refined she took it out of my hand. And now she's trying to put them back in her mouth!?…

"Disgusting…"

"Waaah! They won't stick!"

(Of course, they won't. How dumb are you?)

"Now'll definitely never win that beauty pageant. Let alone get. Waaaaah!" She fell down to her knees. It's a sorry sight, I'd help her even if didn't have an exam.

"There's a pageant it town?" I'm rather selfish, granny tells me as much. I live under a rock, a beauty pageant sounds fun. But aren't we too young for that? And shouldn't I get to the point?

"I can make you better."

She sniffed in her boogers from her running nose. "How?" She seemed skeptical. I need something from my bag to convince her. I pulled out a beaker out of my backpack.

It has the half of the medicine I need for my special potion inside. So it just "A healing potion. I'm a witch~! (In-training…)" I shook it a little, a habit I need to kick… Last time I did it without needing to it blew up in my face.

Speaking of which, her face is lit up. It gives me a fuzzy feeling inside. Is this what dad was talking about a satisfied customer? Or is it just her weird eye? "Gimmegimmegimme!" She tried reaching for it. I stopped her in her tracks by her head, while holding the medicine far away from her. AND JEEZ! That's easier said than done. This girl definitely has more brawn than she has brain.

"Owowow! Stop or I won't gives it to you, uggo."

"Uggo?" Suddenly she stopped. Thank goodness for that. Any longer and she'd put a number on my arm. I shook it a little to get some feeling out of it. "You really think I'm ugly?" She said, just as sobby as before.

"Have you looked in the mirror?" I answered honestly without missing a beat. "Your eye, your teeth, pink frilly dress clashing with your messy green hair. Why do you have these fake butterfly wings?" I wouldn't want to be caught in that… How hasn't she died of embarrassment yet?

"Cuz I wanna be a pretty fairy! Gimme the potion!"

"Only if you pinky swear to help me in return. Can't promise it can fix your eye."

"As long as it fixes my teeth!"

"Will ya help me?" I held out my pinky.

"Yes!"

"Ow, not so hard!" I took a small sip from the potion first, making sure to avoid my taste buds. My pinky felt better immediately.

"Hey!"

"Here."

She pushed it back. "Ew, it unhealthy now."

"Suck it up." I said all annoyed like. She drank a big gulp. I'd be angry at that if the ingredients were hard to come by. Boiling them is harder than finding them. Luckily granny told me a good witch always gets more than she needs at a reasonable price.

"Blech!" She shivers and shook at the taste, she almost threw up. I giggled a little. Always funny, healing potions taste great naturally. We have to make them taste awful.

"They just taste like that. Fufufufufu. Open wide."

"Aaaah."

"Hmmm." Her teeth have grown back.

"Are they back? Feels like they're back." I guessed she was saying. I did my best to hide my smirk. I put her old teeth in my pocket, I might need them for later.

"Aaaaaalmost. Drink some more potion."

"Ugh. Down the hatch…" She said it like it was a dentist appoi-. Oh ohohoho! How appropriate. "Hrmrmrmrmmrgh." Should I tell her to slosh it between her teeth? HOLY COW! She drank the whole thing! She's desperate, dumber than I thought, self-destructive or likes it more than she lets on. She gets some respect.

"My teeth are back! I'm no longer bruised." Yeah, this must be customer satisfaction! I don't think I've ever been this happy. "Thank you!" She hugged me. I don't like this.

"Lemme go. Seeing your pearly whites is enough." I struggled.

"Sorry. Hey, it might be my imagination. But I think it fixed my eye?" She pulled her eyelid.

"Nope." I delivered bluntly. Feeling a bit sorry about it.

"Well… Thanks anyway. I'll help you any way you can." She smiled again. Better than her crying.

"Good. What'cha name?" I just realized we haven't met yet. Yet she gimme a lifetime of her already. I don't know if that's a good thing yet.

"I'm Draco!"

"Hm."

"Something wrong with it?"

"Uh, yeah! That's a boy's name." (It does fit you though. You have the temper for it.)

"What's your name then?" She pouted.

I'm not sure how to answer this one. I'm only allowed to be called a witch. Oh, wait, not true. "I'm 24."

"Pffft. What kind… Woah, you're old." She was in shock mid-sentence. I was insulted mid-sentence.

"No, I'm 6 years old. 24's-"

"Woah, you're young. I'm way older than that."

(By two or three maybe…) "I don't have a name. I am Witch No.24b."

"But, isn't that a name?"

"No. Just call me Witch." I told her where I live. A house on the outskirts of the village.

"Okay. Hey, since I'm gonna be your assistant. Can you maybe make a potion that fixes my eye?"

(If it isn't broken, to begin with.) "Sure." I was gonna complain that I just needed a human lab rat, but getting an assistant out of it isn't bad.

"Oh, can you also make me a fairy? So I can be in the pageant?"

(You're 7 to 9 years old, huh…) "I'm sure granny knows the recipe for a beauty potion. She tells stories using it on grauntie."

"Can it fix my eye?"

"Probably." I shrugged.

"I need one! I wanna be in that pageant so BAD!"

I can tell. (I'm gonna look into getting myself.) "See ya tomorrow."

"Bye!"

I'll show my cousin who's boss at the exam… And Draco's gonna help me. Ohohoho!

Author's Notes:

Well, I have one idea. I haven't thought really far ahead for it, but I wouldn't call it scrapped. It's basically a what if scenario. "What if Witch and Draco were childhood friends or something?" They would still have their same personalities, though. And the whole thing would be in Witch's POV.

This is what TheBlackKid gave me to work with.

I gave TheBlackKid a story idea I couldn't make work. And gave me one back with the opposite amount of meat on it. Very little. And in return, I gave him a better premise to work with. Which I'm looking forward to.

Also, TheBlackKid more or less saved me from a piece of meat corked in my throat for 5-8 hours at 3:23 AM or something. He gave me a good solution 2 hours later it came out. I may've died. MAY HAVE DIED. As in maybe. I'm certain if he didn't give me the solution the doctor would've. Not to be ungrateful, he did help. This happened after we took on each other's ideas. At least I can eat and drink again.

I kinda forgot about Witch's giggle fits. But to be fair, SEGA did too?

I do know Draco's not that dumb, unlike SEGA seems to. But perhaps like SEGA, I do not care. I can see Kid Draco grow up into SEGA Draco.