The summer sun filtered through the windows of Everglade Apothecary, as Knox was hard at work preparing a new medicine.

He hummed a low tune as he did so, his fingers waving over the pot he was stirring. The liquid turned a soft purple and he seemed satisfied.

"Oh my god-" He heard, and looked over with wide eyes. No one was supposed to see that. You had just found out Knox's secret.

He's a witch.