Do you remember those old stories your grandmother used to tell you? The ones where Jack climbed the beanstalk and Little Red Riding Hood delivered cookies to her grandmother? More importantly, to you remember the ones with Witches? Old crones with warts and wrinkly faces, riding a broomstick or making poisonous potions? I know you may be growing tired of all the questioning right now, but bare with new for just one more. Had it ever occurred to you that you very well might have met one before, befriended one, or even be one yourself?
A young boy walks across the street with a paper bag in his hands. He is rather handsome, though he seems to be rather timid with his gaze stuck to the pavement. He has short, thick black hair, deep dark blue eyes, and olive toned skin. The boy seems to be wearing rather strange clothing, though. He wears a black hoodie with a violet crescent moon on the left breast and long adjustment strings with silver crescent moon charms at the end over a violet T-shirt, black and white cargo shorts, and black converse sneaker with a white crescent moon on each side of each sneaker.the boy was also where's black rimmed glasses, which seemed to give him an essence of innocence. The boy was walking straight toward a bench, as it seemed, where a young woman was sitting as well. She was also quite attractive, though her personality may cause others to think otherwise. The girl had long, brunet hair tied back into a ponytail with a ruby sun hair clip holding back her bangs, light brown eyes, and pale skin. Her clothing was also kind of strange, though if she weree with this boy it would make sense. She wears a red sleeveless fitted polo shirt, tight white capri pants with red patterns of stars and and a sun up and down her right leg, and white and red running sneakers. The young woman also wears a long brown jacket that looks like it used to be much bigger before being tailored to fit in a more modern style.*
The girl looked at the boy, an annoyed expression on her face. "Took you long enough!" she said impatiently. The boy merely sighed as he say down next to the girl. "Haven't you ever heard that patience is a virtue?" he said, though not sternly. She rolled her eyes at the comment. "Yeah, yeah. You got lunch though, right?" The boy nodded as he pulled out a sub and handed it to the girl, who was estatic to see the food. "You're the best big brother ever!" she told him teasingly. This time it was the boys turn to roll his eyes as he pulled out his sub. The two seemed perfectly normal, for the most part. It was hard to believe that in the next few minutes, all sorts of normalcy were going to be thrown away.