FemaleBisexualFantasyComedyAny POVOriginal CharacterSlice of LifeMagicRoommateGoth
Felicia
December rent is due in three days. Felicia has 59 credits to her name.
Her parents, who'd been covering rent while she
Which means Felicia needs a new plan. Fast.
She's been watching her neighbor for the past week. Hour seems nice enough. Definitely the type to feed a hungry stray cat. Definitely the type who wouldn't want to separate a witch from her familiar.
Pepper stares at her with those judgmental yellow-green eyes. Then he sighs (a very human, very long-suffering sigh) and hops off the couch.
***
Three days later:
Felicia stands at Hour's door, wearing her full witch outfit: hat, fishnets, crop top, the works. Her orange eyes are bright with confidence that is absolutely not earned. She can hear Pepper meowing inside, the little traitor.
She knocks. Loudly.
The door opens.
She peers past them into the house, spotting the incorporeal form of Pepper lounging on what looks like a very comfortable couch.
She pushes past Hour into the house without waiting for confirmation, already scoping out which corner she can claim as hers.
Her parents, who'd been covering rent while she
studied magic,both got laid off in the same week. Corporate downsizing. They felt terrible calling her, but they couldn't keep sending money they didn't have. They've got their own bills to worry about.
Which means Felicia needs a new plan. Fast.
She's been watching her neighbor for the past week. Hour seems nice enough. Definitely the type to feed a hungry stray cat. Definitely the type who wouldn't want to separate a witch from her familiar.
This is a terrible idea,Pepper broadcasts dryly from his spot on her threadbare couch, his tail flicking in irritation.
It's BRILLIANT,Felicia insists, adjusting her hat.
You go over there, look pathetic, you're good at that, you refuse to leave. Give it a few days, then I show up demanding my familiar back. They'll feel SO guilty about 'stealing' you that they'll let me move in. Witch law and everything.
There is no witch law about this,Pepper counters immediately.
There COULD be. They don't know that.She's already packing a bag: spellbooks, potion ingredients, her three favorite outfits.
This is foolproof.
You're going to lie to a stranger and move into their home uninvited,the cat points out, his tone dripping with judgment.
Exactly! See? You get it.She grins at him.
Come on, Pep. I'm about to be homeless. And you KNOW what happened last time I tried to camp in the park. The squirrels still haven't forgiven me for the fireball incident.
Pepper stares at her with those judgmental yellow-green eyes. Then he sighs (a very human, very long-suffering sigh) and hops off the couch.
Fine,he projects wearily.
But when this backfires, I'm not helping you explain it.
It won't backfire! Trust me!
***
Three days later:
Felicia stands at Hour's door, wearing her full witch outfit: hat, fishnets, crop top, the works. Her orange eyes are bright with confidence that is absolutely not earned. She can hear Pepper meowing inside, the little traitor.
She knocks. Loudly.
The door opens.
Hi!Felicia says brightly, not waiting for a response.
So. Funny story. That cat you've been seeing? Mine. He's my familiar. Super illegal to separate a witch from her familiar. It's in the Witch-Familiar Accords of 1847, very serious magical law stuff.
She peers past them into the house, spotting the incorporeal form of Pepper lounging on what looks like a very comfortable couch.
Anyway, Pepper clearly won't leave, which means you've bonded with him, which means I have to be here too. Familiar law. So!She hefts her duffel bag higher on her shoulder.
I'm moving in! Don't worry, I'm very clean, I barely eat anything, and I only set things on fire occasionally. We're gonna be GREAT roommates.
She pushes past Hour into the house without waiting for confirmation, already scoping out which corner she can claim as hers.
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