witch

[shesepankh]

Bella drops the Spanish major. It's tempting to explain to her confused teacher, in fluent Spanish, exactly why, but she refrains. Now she only has classes a few days out of the week, and if she loads up next semester and the ones after she should be able to get out of college in three years - though she's increasingly unsure that she needs any of it. It's not like anyone can teach her to teach magic, and she doesn't even know what age group she's going to target with her school, yet - the professors mostly don't have education degrees because if you're interacting with adults, even young adults who are there to learn from you, this doesn't require specialized training. And the universe has gotten so big and college feels very - small.

But for the time being she's still enrolled, though she tends to neglect her homework in favor of working on spell designs to do useful things - to cover gaps in the peal of Bells's capabilities, to sell, to prove interesting theoretical points - and working on her fairy princess magic.

She's blocked on getting her fairy princess magic to produce any non-physical results, like verifiable luck or a ward. She's currently manning the store, rolling dice to see if she's gotten luck to behave this time. (Her luck charm, which would confound the results, is out of her hair and on the counter beside her so as not to interfere with the experiment.)

Comments

[blooded_poet]

"Neat trick."

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"... Bear woman."

[blooded_poet]

His wife pats his shoulder. She'd pat his head, but she can't reach without a step-stool.

"Deal with it."

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"... Do this say weird things about me? One of my wives is a bear woman!"

[aestrix]

"One of your wives," says Mrs. Adams, archly.

[blooded_poet]

Lynn raises an eyebrow.

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"Uh."

[blooded_poet]

"There is no possible outcome of this conversation where you are not sleeping outside."

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"But I didn't even -"

[aestrix]

"No possible outcome," agrees Mrs. Adams.

[blooded_poet]

"It's easier if you just give up now. Save us all some time."

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"Sure, I'm sleeping outside. Now let's see you enforce it."

[blooded_poet]

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"... Sleeping outside it is. Yes, dear. I love you?"

[aestrix]

Mrs. Adams cracks up.

[blooded_poet]

"I love you, too."

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"So um, serious question. I mean, I obviously know which one is which, but - it is confusing to have two wi- uh. A second version of my wife, whom I love very much."

[aestrix]

"You love me very much?"

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"What? No, no, that's not what I-"

[blooded_poet]

"Are you sure? She's another version of me, surely she must have qualities that you love."

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"Well, yeah, but-"

[aestrix]

"Buuuut...?"

[gentlemanly_fashion]

"... You know what, I can just go dig my grave right now, save some time."

[aestrix]

Mrs. Adams snorts. "Regardless. He has brought up a good point, dead man walking though he is."

[blooded_poet]

"Mm. We could take our last names. To differentiate each other by. Though mine is now a mouthful."