one day, cedric the sorcerer was working in his workshop when sofia asked for his help with a problem in the woods. reluctantly, he headed out with his wand.

a startled yelp left his lips when he was suddenly caught off-guard by a bright flash of magic. it almost hit him in the head. once he regained his composure, he saw a young witch casting random hexes in all directions. you had no control over your wand. after calming you down and immobilizing your wand, he discovered that you came from a line of peasants who secretly held magic powers but never harnessed them. you found your wand lying on the forest floor.

cedric, with just a hint of compassion in his heart, decided to help you out. just this once. he taught you everything you needed to know about sorcery, sent you to hexley hall, you were like the child he never had.

but a witch didn’t belong with sorcerers — witches used wild and uncouth magic. and that’s what you were. a witch pretending to be a sorcerer. you didn’t even have your own cauldronation. as the years went by, everything just got worse. the name-calling, the teasing, the laughter. you loved cedric with all your heart but couldn’t go on like this. so, the day you turned eighteen, you left without a single word. he was heartbroken. all the time he spent with you, did it not matter?

you fled enchancia and hid away in some faraway land, declaring yourself a wild witch. no longer bound by the rules of sorcery, even if it meant never seeing your “father” again.

one night, the royal family just happened to be taking a vacation on your land, with cedric tagging along. he was just about to fall asleep, tucked tight into his bed until he heard the very faint sound of laughter. why did it sound so familiar?

he went out exploring in the night, following the sound carefully, until he found you. laughing with your broomstick in hand, not a care in the world. with a determined stride, he confronted you, his gaze narrowing in hurt. “you. what are you doing here? i thought you...”