From A Witch's Perspective

Chapter one: The name's Dwyer. Daphne Dwyer.

The room would have been pitch black if weren't for the sickly green light that glowed from a foul liquid that was bubbling over in a large black cauldron. There was chuckle that was just as dark as the atmosphere as a shadowy figure leaned over the cauldron and stirred its contents until it darkened and looked as thick as tar.
There was a rustle of sleek black feathers and two loud caws sounded from a crow. The horrible sound could have made paint peel back in repulsion.
The figure hummed to itself,

"Just a little more…."

A tiny leaf that was dry and withered, it weighed less than a penny. It was carefully placed right above cauldron by a bony white hand. It fell twirling in a little dance before settling perfectly on a bubble that was having trouble popping from inside the cauldron.
And then there was an unmistakably loud explosion.

BOOOOM

MEOW HISSSSSSSSS

You know most kids get woken up by an alarm clock or by their parents pounding away at their door. They have no idea how good they got it. Because waking up to your ears ringing, the world shaking and your cat freaking out on your head is not cool.

At all.

On any level.

I was out of my bed and into the air in a leap that would have put Spider-man to shame. But then again he probably would have laughed his butt off at my landing which was pretty much a crumbled heap on the floor. My cat Moon who was sleeping peacefully on my pillow next to my head had jumped to safety on my desk. He was now puffy and dangerous even though he was about the size of a small paperback.

"What in name of Mike?!" He spat but I ignored him.

I pushed a way through the tangled auburn mess that was my hair so that I could see before I ran into my door to get to hallway. I wrenched it open and ran to the stairway railing to lean over and see just what fresh hell was brewing from the second floor. I pulled back when I got a face full of black smoke and feathers as my Uncle Maverick's crow, Havoc, flew past my head smelling like fried chicken oddly enough.
I could hear my Uncle Casper bellowing from Uncle Maverick's 'lab'.

"BLAST IT MAVERICK! YOU AND YOUR BLOODY POTIONS WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MESSING AROUND WITH DRAGON'S BREATH!?"

"SILENCE CASPER, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT I WAS DOING. NOW HELP ME OUT OF THIS MESS!"

"THAT'S WHAT YOU ALWAYS SAY YOU OLD BAT, NOW THIS WAS MY FAVORITE VEST!"

Ack. doesn't sound good; obviously this is a promising good start to a wonderful day.

I jogged down the steps two at a time with one pajama sleeve serving as a gas mask and another as a fan.

"YOU GUYS OK?!" I yelled then coughed as my lungs filled up with the smoke. GOSH that's fowl what in the hell was he making?

"LISTEN TO MY VOICE DAPHNE, DO I SOUND OK?!" Uncle Maverick growled though I couldn't quite see him.

"DON'T YOU BLAME THE GIRL FOR YOUR STUPIDITY JUST OPEN A WINDOW!" Uncle Casper snarled.

I closed my eyes and coughed as I pictured the only window in the lab that had been covered in cardboard and a thick black cloth to keep out the sun. I tested the strings connected to the cloth and the board and pulled, Next thing I knew there was a loud ripping sound and the loud pop of the window being open then a strong rushed in from out of nowhere and blew my hair and clothes around.

I opened my eyes, I could see both my uncles clearly now. They covered in what looked like tar and so was the floor. Ick Ike! I jumped back but my socks had suffered the same fate as uncle Casper's vest.

"Well this is just fantastic." Uncle Casper muttered and tried to fling the sticky stuff from his hands.

"A few adjustments will need to be made but other than that I think the potion turned out well." Uncle Maverick said impassively and combed his hair back with his fingers.

I stared at the two;
Uncle Casper with his chocolate-brown short curly hair was in a white dress shirt and the said dark gray button up vest that he wore all the time and similar dark gray dress pants. The only thing besides the failed potion that ruined his 'dressy' look was the worn out sneakers that he's had for as long as I could remember and were literally falling apart on his feet.

Uncle Maverick was in his usual dark green button up dress shirt and tailored black pants and his signature snoopy slippers. All of which were covered in the gooey tar that he seemed to be using to tame his longer black hair that was sticking out in odd ways in all directions.

"Uncle Maverick maybe you could use this as a hair gel since it seems to be the only thing that can keep your hair down." I pointed out with a cheeky grin.

If looks could kill I would be on the ground with several daggers in my chest from the glare that I received. Uncle Casper chuckled lightly at this before shaking his head.

"Alright Maverick this is your mess there for it's your problem. Daphne get dressed you need to set up the displays before you leave for school." He ordered and marched down the stairs with his shoes making loud sticking sounds with every step he took.

I raised an eyebrow and glanced over at uncle Maverick "Why does he want me to help before school he never wants me to help in the morning."

"You're looking at me like I know what's going inside that head of his." Uncle Maverick replied dryly.

"Well you are his brother…"

"So they claim."

I rolled my eyes
"By the way you cooked Havoc again I don't know why that bird still hangs out with you." I said over my shoulder while heading for the stairs they went to the third floor.

"How many times has Moon fallen off your broomstick when you're flying?" Uncle Maverick countered.

"Not my fault I told him to just stay in my hat when we're in the air." I replied defensively.

"Not my fault Havoc doesn't wear a protective suit when he's in the lab." He shrugged

I gave up and walked upstairs. Moon was waiting for me at the top of the stairs.

"We need to move to the country." He said and hopped on to my shoulder.

I snorted "Great idea, I can open up my own cottage selling herbs and yelling at children to get off my property while you retire to chasing some poor mouse trying to feed his family by raiding through our food supplies."

"Yes, what's wrong with that?" Moon mewed innocently

"How's Havoc?" I asked and walked back into my bedroom.

"He'll be bald for a few weeks." He chuckled darkly and jumped on to my bed.

I gave him a wary glance as I made my way to my closet. He always had issues with the bird. I don't really know why I just figured it was animal instincts.

I pulled out my outfit and jogged to the bathroom to get dressed. I stared at the mirror tugging at the black long sleeves that were long enough to almost cover my hand. My fingers only peeked out from the material.

I smoothed out my pink skirt and checked my white and lighter pink striped leggings for any random holes or marks because in this house it doesn't matter if your clothes were safe in your closet something can and will happen to the expectantly. I finally pulled on my white jacket because it was getting colder out in the fall season then went back to my room to throw some of my school things into my bag.

I turned to my dresser and opened up the little wooden jewelry box I kept my hat and boom stick in.

Unfortunately you can't just go around now days with a broom stick in your hands and a large black pointy hat on your head without getting some strange looks. It was uncle Casper's idea to make them into earrings. Then when I actually do need them I just give my little hat and broom shaped earrings a tap and bam I got a broom and a Witch's hat because every Witch needs one.

I frowned when I couldn't find them though.

"Moon have you seen my earrings?" I asked over my shoulder as I bent down to see if they fell off the dresser.

"I saw the spider make off with them earlier." Moon yawned.

"Petunia?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and turned around. Petunia was uncle Casper's familiar, she was also a tarantula. Moon just hummed in response and stretched out over my bed with a smug little kitty grin.

I glared at him and grabbed my bag.

"I'm leaving."

"Take care and keep in mind that while you are sitting in some hard uncomfortable chair learning trigonometry I will be napping right here in the sun." Moon laughed

"Brat." I muttered and left to go back down the stair case to the first floor.

I paused before opening the back door to the store which was located in the front hallway that connected the kitchen to the living room. This freaking house is like a maze. I turned the color circle next to the lock yellow instead of purple then opened the door to see uncle Casper sweeping the floor of the public side of the shop.

The shop as I'm sure you guessed is magical since its run by warlocks. It has both a public and private sides to it. The public side is run by uncle Casper and is available to the non-magical, we sell mostly herbs, a few potions and charms there but we're careful not to sell anything too powerful besides maybe a forgetfulness potion that only last for three hours.

You can't just hand over high-powered magical things to any regular Joe because it usually ends with them going in over their heads and the next thing you know the world is gonna end.

However the private part of the store run by uncle Maverick is strictly for other witches, wizards, sorcerers etc. That's where we sell 'the good shit'. Staffs, wands, strong potions, crystal balls, magical artifacts, spell books you name it we got it. But again that side of the store is only accessible to the others of our kind because they know the risks and we could keep the two type of customers separate because of the front door which will open to either side of the shop depending on who you were.

Normal people: Public side.

Magical people/creatures: Private side.

"Your spider hijacked my broom and hat." I said closing the door behind me

"Nonsense, why would she do that?" Casper asked with a glance in my direction that was supposed to look completely and utterly innocent but I've lived with the man for over five years now.

"You have no power over me old man." I declared and tossed my bag on to the checkout counter before going to restock the love potion display. That's always the first to run out.

Uncle Casper snorted and set the broom aside.

"So you gonna tell me what's up or I'm playing 'guess the warlock scheme' instead?" I asked as I strode past him.

"No scheme, I just saw something interesting in my tea-cup this morning that's all." He replied and got out a rag to wipe down the counters.

"Oh?" I asked pulling out each little pink bottle carefully. Uncle Casper sometimes could predict the future through his tea.

"Yes and I want you to be careful at school today." He ordered firmly which made me lean-to the side around the display to look at him. He looked worried which was strange especially for him.

I finished stacking the bottles then made my way over him.

"Is it really bad?" I asked carefully since I was actually taking him seriously.

He looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head "Depends on how you deal with it. Just promise me you'll keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

I nodded "Sure, I promise."

He nodded back then reached under the checkout counter and pulled out a green stone hanging from a chain. "Wear this for protection against the dark arts." He said. I stared at it wide-eyed then slipped it over my head and tucked it under my shirt.

"Dark arts?"

"I'm not sure what exactly it is you'll be facing but if it is harmful magic that stone should protect you well. I made it myself." He answered

I already felt a warm comfort from the stone spreading across me like a blanket.

"Thank you." I said

He just nodded again and then sighed and looked at his watch.

"You should go or you'll be late."

"Um my broom and hat?" I asked hesitantly

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a second then said "Oh, yes of course!" He pulled out my earrings from his pocket.

"I wanted to make sure they were working right just in case." He said with a wave of his hand.

I took them and grabbed my bag.

"Ok I'll see you later." I called over my shoulder as I headed out the front door. I didn't normally say that but with his weird prediction I said it as if that would ensure that I would come back and see him again. I shook my head as I walked down the side-walk and put in my earrings.

"It'll be fine I've trained as a Witch my whole life it'll be fine." I muttered but I couldn't get rid of this sinking feeling and glanced over my shoulder to look at the shop one more time before tapping my broom earring. I felt safer in the air for some reason.

Thanks a lot for reading! This is the first time I'm trying for an Ultimate Spider-man fic.

This chapter is basically introducing Daphne the next will actually get on with the plot. Please note that Daphne's witch like powers are based off my research of witches. Since there is no clear solid idea of what Witches are like I picked a few facts and things then mashed them together to make her.

I have don't have a beta so any mistakes on spelling or grammar are my own. (But if something really sticks out to you please let me know and I will try to fix it right away.)

Reviews are appreciated!