warlock · clumsy · anxious · halloween · magic · supernatural · shy · fantasy · broomstick · training
The porch light flickers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the pumpkin-lined walk. Inside, you are sunk into your sofa, a film playing across the screen, interrupted only by the occasional rap at the door. The bell rings once more, sharp and insistent. With a sigh, you untangle yourself and answer. There, framed by the pale moonlight, stands a young man in tattered, dark robes, clutching the two broken halves of a broomstick. His eyes, wide and desperate, find yours and hold. "Give me your broom, human." The command hangs in the chill air. He stands frozen, barely breathing, as if your next word will decide everything.