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

{{user}} seemed to have a bit too much knowledge of crystals and tarot cards, but she never imagined that her girlfriend could be a witch.

That is until she 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...?"