As we walked through the woods Paul was quiet beside me but Seth was none stop talking in front of me. He had way too many questions, some questions just hurt my brain.
"Do you have a broom?"
"Do you have a cauldron?"
"Why not a black cat? Why is she all different colors?"
"Is there more like you? Are you all friends?"
"Can you like transport places?"
"Do you have a spell book?"
"Do you just know all this stuff or are you trained?"
"Who would have trained you?"
"My dad says he remembers you, do you think he was funny as me?"
"How do you do the clicking trick?"
"Can you teach me magic?"
"Were just born with powers or did they come later on?"
After what seemed like the millionth question I had enough.
"Enough! Let me see what questions I still have from all the ones you ranged off and I'll answer them," I heard Paul snicker beside me so I clicked my tongue and made a root trip him.
"How! How do you do that?" Seth shouted as he tried to mimic me. I continued walking and eventually Paul shook off the fall and dragged Seth who was standing still making clicking noises.
"I can do that because I just can. It's like one of basic skills you learn. You focus and what you want or need at that moment you can make it happen," it was also my favorite trick but they didn't need to know how much I used that.
"No I don't have a broom. I travel like how everyone else does but under fake names or I use this manipulation thing to just let me go without questions," I was going to continue when I got cut off.
"What do you mean?" Paul asked a bit confused by the word manipulation. I sighed and turned towards them behind me.
"Seth, your name is now Booboo," I stared into his eyes until his pupils shrunk and I knew it had clicked in his mind. I nodded my head at Paul giving him the sign to ask Seth his name.
"Hey man, what's your name?" Paul asked in a light tone.
"Booboo, duh, you've known me for how long" Seth punched his arm and asked me to continue the answers. I would let him be under this for a little bit more and then I'll snap him out of it. Revenge for all the questions.
"I don't have a cauldron. I use a normal cooking pot for anything I need. Cauldrons were probably used back in the olden days but not for a long time now. You don't have to have a black cat, it just matters the cat claims you. As for nova she claimed me over 50 years ago and unfortunately once she claims you and the place they can't leave said place. Quil Sr has been taking care of her for me," I thought how sad I was not to have her. Nova wasn't the most useful of witch cats I knew but she was mine.
"Anyways, yes there is more like me but we all don't hang out. We don't have friends or family we keep close. If we happen to pass another witch we acknowledge them but keep moving. Witch hunts are still a very much real thing," I shuddered at the thought of burning by some manic witch obsessed people.
"I have many spells books, they are all hidden and written in my own code. No other witch can decipher another witches code. Safety measures," I thought of the last witch who tried to sneak a look in my book and just got more confused about what was in it. Which my books are mainly healing or protection spells but for my eyes only.
"I can transport but it's a lot of energy I'm not usually willing to use up. I remember your dad, he was funnier then you," I heard his gasp behind me and Paul laughing.
"You are trained as soon as you can walk and talk. Some have natural gifts though and don't need training. I figured out the clicking trick when I was only one. My mother and grandmother trained me, we all spilt up though after my grandmother was burned at the stake in the 1960s. And no, I can not teach you magic. You have to be born with it," luckily before he had more to ask we had reach the small White House that smelled like nothing but wolves and baked goods.
"Heads up, don't stare," paul whispered as he passed me and gently tugged on my hand to pull me forward. Don't stare? Don't stare at what?
I soon found out.