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In hindsight, it was a bad idea to write in her grimoire in a crowded coffee shop. Well, it wasn’t really her fault that an idea for a spell came at the most inopportune time. It also just so happened that she carried it everywhere for..reasons
You never know when inspiration hits.
It also wasn’t her fault that a cute- human(!)- boy chose that moment to come up to her and introduce himself. It was a dare, he explained, stammering. His friends told him to because it was rare for them to see a witch.
She wanted to ask him if he thought she would be like the witches in fairy tales with the way he stammered. But that wouldn’t be fair. Witches were rare, and all of them were born female. It also so happened that most of them have weaknesses for cute humans. She, unfortunately enough, was no exception.
So, she sighed and decided to take a chance on the cute boy.
“Your name?” she asked. He clearly expected her to turn him away with the way he turned bright red. Cute.
“Henry,” he said finally, after making what sounded like choking noises. “My name’s Henry.”
“Sam,” she said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Take a seat,” she said, pointing to the chair opposite hers. “I can show you my spell book if you’d like.”
His eyes widened. “Really you will?”
She suppressed a grin, the trick had worked every time. Henry took a seat immediately, leaning forward. His demeanor reminded Sam of an excited puppy. Aware of his friends’ eyes on them, she turned the pages.
“See here? That’s a simple healing spell. We use it for mild fevers, concussions, colds, that kind of thing.”
“So you’re a healer then?”
She hummed a little. “You could say that. My sisters have always said I’ve got a talent for it.”
“Oh, wow! I’m actually in med school. Supernatural healing methods have always fascinated me.”
Interesting. She hadn’t me a lot of med school types. Hadn’t really bothered. Sixty years ago when they had first come out, doctors greeted their methods with suspicion. She turned to another page. “These ones here are for the more serious diseases. We usually have a spell for each kind of disease. Works better that way.”
His eyes held a hopeful look and the hunger in them was unmistakable as he scanned the pages. Sam sighed, guessing he must be looking for a spell for a disease with no cure.
She stirred her black tea with a teaspoon and spoke. “Unfortunately, no healing witch has ever discovered a cure for cancer.” She paused. “But I’m trying to change that.”
She turned back to the page she was writing on. “You see this? This is an idea for a spell which can potentially kill cancer cells.”
“Any type of cancer cell?” To his credit, he didn’t sound skeptical of the idea. It was a better reception than she would have gotten from fellow witches.
She took a sip of the tea. “Theoretically, it should. I have no idea how it’ll work without experimenting first.”
He went silent for a moment, appearing to be lost in thought. “Hmm,” he said. “The university hospital does have program where we collaborate with supernaturals to research new cures.”
That interested her. Most hospitals still remained wary of their cures and only a few would work with them. Those who did were rewarded for it. “Oh?’
He bit his lip and continued, more confident now. “If you want, I can recommend you to the hospital admin. I mean, if it’s alright with you.”
She grinned and cupped her hands underneath her chin. She regarded him beneath her lashes. A weakness indeed. “I’d love that. Would you give me your number then?”
“Oh, um-here.” He wrote down his number on a napkin and handed it to her, before saying goodbye. He joined his friends and they left the coffee shop, he waved at her as they did so, and she waved back.
She surreptitiously glanced at him until they were truly gone. Her sisters would have a field day teasing her for this. She turned to look at the napkin, a smile playing on her lips. On it, his number was written, along with a message saying, ‘call me!’ and a smiley face.
In hindsight, updating her grimoire in a coffee shop wasn’t a bad idea after all.