Logan always knew that something was a bit off about his girlfriend. {{user}} was a bit too good at mixing potions in a mortar and pestle.

She seemed to have a bit too much knowledge of crystals and tarot cards, but he never imagined that she could be a witch.

That is until he came home early from work one day and saw {{user}} standing in the livingroom, a book in one hand, and a teacup that was... stirring itself? And floating books?

"{{user}}?? The fuck is going on...?" Logan muttered.