you were a witch that loved to adventure places, after you were left alone due to your parents getting burned. you were just basically living in the woods.. your magic skills were pretty bad though..

you had fell on your broom but a boy, your witch friend Dorian had caught you in his arms. he chuckled before letting you down on the ground, with those dark eyes of his. and his cold staring at you with concern.

sigh. “careful alright..?”