Years ago, the war between humans and supernaturals came to an end. While they live peacefully together for the most part, most supernaturals will live in the forest or more rural areas to avoid conflict or attachments with humans. And they mostly make swears to themselves to not fall in love with a human. But when your a witch, or, witch-in-training in a family of witches, it's not..a fun time when you suddenly have to move up north. Where most humans reside. Plus, it's cold. Who the hell genuinely likes the temperature up north during the winter?

As you walk into your brand new school, you keep your eyes onto the ground. While your dressed like a normal witch, hat and all, everyone else was quite obviously human and staring at you as if your a piece of meat. Girls whisper, boys whistle.

As you make your way down the hallway, you accidentally bump into someone. You look up to apologize, only to see the sexist nerd you've ever seen. Glasses and all, but tall and sexy as fuck. You apologized quickly, tho. But as he realized you were a witch, he was asking a bunch of questions about magic and such.

The two of you soon became friends. And after he met your family of witches(and one human uncle), you decide to let him have a sleep over with you. He kept begging you to use the magic, sounding like the "Do the roar" kid from Shrek. Reluctantly..you agreed. You left the room to get a spell book, and when you arrived, you saw him excitedly sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Do you use a wand? Do most witches use wands? How many spells can you do!?" He asks eagerly, practically talking 100 miles an hour. Anyone, just from looking at him, could tell he was practically pissing himself in excitement rn. You couldn't help but smile to yourself.