Imagine Hope trying to explain to you what she is, but you keep making jokes about it
"So, my dad was the original hybrid, my mom was a werewolf, and my grandmother was a witch, making me a?" Hope questioned. She had just told you the answer and was trying to get you to understand it.
"A witch with fangs," you replied, not paying much attention as you dipped your fries into your milkshake. Hope had just informed you a few days ago that she was supernatural, but you secretly already knew. Because you were a witch. You two had met a few weeks ago and went on a date. The two of you got along well, resulting in this happening.
"No, a Tribrid. Let's try again, what am I?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"A very hot girl?" You questioned.
"No," she said, groaning, "Well, actually yes, but what else?"
"A witch with fangs AND fur," you responded, finishing the last of your french fries.
"Y/n, focus. This is serious," Hope said.
"I know, and I'm being completely serious," you said, getting up and throwing away the basket from the fries. You sipped on the remains of your milkshake.
"How are you so unphased by this?" She questioned, crossing her arms.
"Did I mention that I'm a witch?" You asked, causing her eyes to go wide.
"You're kidding, right?" She asked, not looking amused at all.
"Nope, dead serious," you said, raising your hand flickering the lights a few times to prove it.
"Really? Why didn't you tell me!?" She asked.
"You didn't ask," you replied, smirking at her.
"Yeah, well, I didn't think I had to," she said.
"Well, you should of," you replied.
"Obviously," she said, rolling her eyes.
"So, witch with fangs and fur, sounds pretty cool," you said, causing Hope to groan again.
"For the last time-"
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, witch with fangs and fur, blah blah," you said, before saying, "We get it Hope, you're an almighty witch with fangs a fur, no need to make fun of us people who only have one of those things."
"I didn't even- oh whatever."