Boscha's Grief and Decision
Summary: During one of their nightly meetings, Heather comforts Boscha, which may lead to some interesting developments.
Timeline: Three and half months before the second Ghoul Break.
(SC)
Heather heard Boscha sigh and looked at the three-eyed witch. The human girl felt her cheeks warm slightly when she saw what her crush was wearing. It was just a pair of overalls and a long-sleeved yellow shirt, but the outfit hugged Boscha's body just right, showing off her maturing figure.
Heather mutely sighed, trying to get her emotions under control, and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Boscha looked up at the human, and Heather saw how heavy the witch's eyes looked. She frowned as she remembered Boscha wasn't her usual self when they had meant up. Heather didn't think much of it at the time, but now she realized something was weighing heavy on the witch, and it pulled at her heart to see her crush looking so down.
"...It's silly," Boscha said quietly after a moment of silence.
Heather's frown deepened slightly, and she put down her gardening tools. She got closer to the witch but kept enough of a gap to avoid invading Boscha's personal space.
"Hey," Heather said softly, getting Boscha's attention, "Know what's silly? Having a dad who made the female name his hippy parents gave him his own."
Heather smiled at Boscha humorously. Her smile quickly turned awkward when she got no reaction from the witch. Boscha sighed faintly and looked down at the flower she was working on.
It was nearly two minutes before the young witch found her voice.
"It's…" Boscha said slowly, "My mom's birthday was two days ago, and it wasn't the same."
Heather frowned as she recalled Boscha talking about the complex situation her blood family was in. She remembered Boscha saying one of her birth moms (which was still weird to the human) was laid up in the hospital due to an incident.
"...Didn't you celebrate it?" Heather asked, realizing she didn't want to say that out loud.
Boscha looked at Heather, and the human cringed when she saw the look the witch was giving her. Boscha faintly sighed and looked down at the flower she was working on. Heather waited, somewhat uneasy, for the witch to continue.
"...We did," Boscha said somberly. "The staff at the Healing House even threw mom a party. But…It wasn't the same."
Boscha' closed her eyes tightly as she fought back tears. She remembered all the surprise parties her mama threw for her mom over the years. While she thought it was corny, especially after getting older, she never ditched them.
Now, more than ever, she wanted nothing more than to see her mom's happy, shocked face when she walked into the living room and got her surprise.
Heather saw her crush's mood sink and dared get a little closer. She gently grabbed Boscha's hand and squeezed it. Boscha opened her eyes and looked into the gentle, smiling face of the human.
"Hey," Heather said soothingly, "It's your business if you want to tell me about it. Instead, let's get your mind off things by working on our garden."
Boscha looked away, mainly to hide a blush creeping onto her face, and nodded. Heather's smile grew, and she looked down at the flower garden.
The witch and human worked on the flower garden for the next hour, but Heather could tell Boscha's head wasn't in it. So she decided it was best to pack things up for the night.
"How about we call it a night?" Heather suggested kindly.
Boscha looked at the human and nodded somewhat absent-mindedly. The two then packed up their tools.
"You have a good night, human," Boscha said, trying to act tough.
The witch turned to leave, but Heather stopped her by gently grabbing her shoulder. Boscha looked at the human and couldn't help but blush slightly when she saw the kind smile Heather wore.
"Boscha," Heather said supportively, "I don't know what's going on, but… like my garden, I will always be here if you need someone to talk to."
Boscha stared at Heather, mouth hanging slightly. The human blushed from the looks she was getting and let the witch go.
"W-Well, see you later," Heather stammered and hurried off.
Boscha watched as Heather nearly tripped over her own feet and smiled slightly. She was about to take her leave when she stopped and looked at the flower she had worked on that night.
"...Plants, huh?" the potion witch mused to herself.
(Three days later)
Principal Bump was sorting through some paperwork when he heard a knock on his door.
"You may enter," he said as he looked up.
He was a little surprised to see Boscha walk in with her usual confident stride. The witchling took a seat in front of her Principal and tried to look tough, crossing her arms over her chest and giving a look of impatience.
"Miss Noceda-Trisight," Bump said formally, fighting to keep the weird feeling he got by saying that hybrid name from his face. "What brings you here today?"
For a moment, Boscha's confident demeanor shifted. But it was gone so quickly, Bump wasn't sure what he saw.
"Nothing much," Boscha replied offhandedly, "Just thought I would see why so great about all this multi-tracking stuff."
Bump cocked an eyebrow at this but said nothing. Instead, he gently pushed aside the papers he was working on and took out a multi-track sheet.
"It's your decision,," The Hexisde Principal stated calmly. "Which track would you like to add?"
Now, this time, Boscha's demeanor shattered. She lost her confident pose as her eyes darted around, though the principal noticed she was meaningly looking at the door. Once she was sure that no one else was going to enter, she looked back at Bump nervously.
"Can-Can I start studying plant magic," the three-eyed witch said, a faint blush working its way to her cheeks.
(G Corner)
That, Witches and Demons, is how Boscha decided to start studying plant magic. Also, I goofed; I meant to give Heather's dad a different name. But, by the time I realized my mistake, it was too late to correct it. So, I do what I always do and roll with the punchlines.
But that's now the past. So, up next is Heather's side of things. Look forward to it!