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April had stopped believing in fairy tale magic a long time ago, through no fault of her own of course. In fact, if middle school had gone a bit differently then who knows what sorts of things she'd be enamored in forever. She'd like to believe she was an actual witch, even then, but her letter never came and April settled on the darker stuff with a hint of black magic. More than a hint, usually.
But years, decades after this… here she was.
Decades after she though magic, real magic that didn't need blood sacrifices or hexes – though those were certainly amusing – here she was.
Magic wasn't only real, it was right here in front of her; around her every step.
Magic was laughing at Andy's absurd jokes, awkward references that nobody gets and the ones that make Robbie and Jack just shake their heads; concealing Sam's dark intent in her pranks stolen from her mother… watching the twins, born last and with every good bit of Andy in them, grow up.
They watched the children grow up, these strange little demon children that were her own little coven. These witches would come to her in their times of need, times that April was never sure her own parents would have been around for if the places were changed. At times, those strange hours of confidence between their family, Andy would disagree. Sometimes they would agree, but they always felt what was right in the end. They had each others' backs, theirs and their childrens' too.
And what was right was all of this – the simple reality in front of her, this not-really-her-fantasy but so-damn-satisfying magic that she shares with all of them.
Was it her first choice? No.
Would she give it up for her dreams of being a real witch? Not when she can tell her own that they are.