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473 of 2023

What EXACTLY are you doing?:

This survey lol, and baking food in the oven. Chinese snacks and two pizza breads.

What’s the last funny thing you saw on tv?:

That old British sitcom Allo Allo. I just love it, never fails to make me laugh, it's great how they make fun of war times without actually offending anyone.

Have you ever felt so low, you thought you wouldn’t recover?:

Yup, I had one episode of severe depression in my life when I just stopped getting up from bed.

The last song you listened to was by?:

Kim Petras.

You’re more: sane or insane?:

Haha we're all a little insane.

Would the world be different without music?:

Very much so, and surely much worse.

Have you ever been to therapy/counseling?:

Only physiotherapy. I used to go to a psychologist as a teenager, but she wasn't good. She didn't even know there's such thing as dermatillomania, which I actually have.

Explain an out-of-body experience you’ve had:

I've never had any, but I almost died in the hospital following a brain haemorrhage, and it was like someone pulled a plug off, all went black and I just stopped existing.

How old were you when you lost your virginity?

24, late to the party lol. I never cared much.

Have you ever eaten something while high, that is disgusting to you when you’re sober?:

I've never been high in my life.

Ever watched the sun rise?:

Many times. This is what happens when you have an early shift at work.

Some lyrics off the top of your head:

Every single year I'm drowning in my tears, I'm drowning in my tears again.

Out of all the people you know, who has the most over-protective father?:

No idea, I don't know much of my friends' parents.

What is something you and your significant other talk about regarding the future?:

Our taxes and savings.

Do you have any chronic illnesses or a mental diagnosis?:

Yup, I was diagnosed with epilepsy, and I have some brain damage from stroke, which resulted in hemiplegia, which later decreased to prachial monoparesis (brachial means arm). Now my arm is okay, but my fingers are not, and they most likely never be. This is why I'm considered disabled by the government. For mental things, I have anxiety.

Name any/all drugs you have ever used?:

Never used any illegal drugs, and I've never used medication for recreational purposes.

Do you blow dry your hair or let it dry naturally?:

It's short, so it dries before I even go to bed.

If you’ve had stitches, where on your body were they?:

On my head and on my knee.

Which of your five senses do you think is the best?:

Smell lol. I'm usually the first one to notice that something stinks.

Is there a song that describes how you felt yesterday? What?:

Probably ther is, but I can't think of any.

The last funny thing a friend said?:

Which one lol, there were so many funny things from many friends.

What was the last thing you did that made you feel accomplished?:

I opened a savings account.

What is the worst drug anyone has ever offered you?:

No one has offered me anything.

A childhood memory off the top of your head:

A laryngologist (?) visit, I've been having problems with my sinuses since I remember.

How many art classes have you had?:

Some maandatory ones in primary school.

Do you hate the way you feel, or feel the way you hate?:

No and no. Just I wish my cold was gone already.

What do you think of girls who say they don’t fart or poop?:

Evreyone farts and poops, so why make big fuss out of it.

Your zodiac sign and birthstone?:

Taurus and I couldn't care less.

What’s the worst thing about you when you’re angry?:

I'm just angry and that's it.

Ever smoked salvia?:

No, but my parents used to smoke funny things when they were young.

Who do you tell EVERYTHING to?:

My husband. I told him about my lost savings and he helped me make a budget plan.

Have you ever been to a rehab facility of any sort?:

No, I wasn't. No reason whatsoever.

Have you ever found something out you wish you hadn’t?:

Yeah, many times. I don't remember details, but yeah, it was distressing.

What is your best experience in life so far?:

There are so many that I can't choose just one.

What is “true love” anyway?:

Unconditional love. Platonic, romantic, alterous, whatever you feel. Loving parents and siblings. There are many kinds of love, not just romantic.

Your favorite shoes are?:

Black platform boots, kind of techwear. I love them.

Is there anything you plan on buying soon?:

Yeah, groceries in French and Polish shop. Gonna go to Sint-Niklaas again, this time I'm gonna have my bank card with me XD

The last family member you kissed/hugged was?:

My dad, in July.

Ever had surgery? What?:

Yeah, brain surgery and knee surgery. Knee surgery was minor and I was 19 then, brain surgery was a major emergency and I was 31.

Is makeup sex really all that great?:

No sex is great, period. Not for me.

Do you sleep with anything other than pillows, blankets, etc.?:

Yea, my husband. He's like a teddy bear XD and our older cat sleeps with us, she's cuddly as well.

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*~ Believe in Magic ~* (ch.5)

- 5 - Potions 101.

The witch that controls or guesses the weather — Harry isn’t sure anymore, after all he is currently shaking snowflakes off his shoulders — she had made a mistake. It was an early snow this year, and Harry sighs at the sight of little piles of white collecting in different spots all around him, all over the neighbourhood. He’s slightly annoyed. For starters yesterday when it began to snow, he was on his way back from the library late at night and certainly under-dressed for it. And secondly, the reason why he rushed home and accidentally slammed his door against the wall when he opened it with such force upon arriving, snow meant his Blue Salvias were- “ Dead…” he muttered under his breath looking at the slowly withering stems. He’d left them by the open window, an old trick his aunt had taught him, because these specific kind really liked the afternoon breeze and it made them easier to mash into his potions. What they didn’t like was cold snowflakes slowly melting and/or sticking to their roots.

Which leads us to now, to a wool-mittened-snow-booted-and-heavy-coated Harry, as he huffs and puffs on his way to the library. After all, his book on fall flowers that he had taken home last week, was now completely obsolete to his potion practice; now that it was clearly winter and snowing, his focus had changed, he needed winter gardening. More specifically, snow flowers; while winter meant the death of loads of plants he normally needs, it also meant the birth of some that are very rare, and very useful.

He was happy the ancient magical delivery still worked, for his cousin Liam had lent him some books on snow flowers that Harry had yet to read, and that could help him a lot in his upcoming test.

We do remember Harry is a clumsy not very experienced witch, this is the reason why Harry was so hellbent on potions these past few days. Louis and Niall were giving him a small test soon, and Harry was studying. Potions were his favourite, even when he could only master grade 1 and 2 potions. They always caught his eye and he enjoyed growing his own ingredients to make them perfect. The problem was that with new potions, came different ingredients with different growth times. Time that Harry could easily help pass along, if he could only perfect his time-bending spells.

But one thing was certain. Harry’s specialty surely had to be and will be potions. Every witch had a specialty and since a very young age, this was the one Harry had chosen. It didn’t come natural to him as some other abilities came to other witches, but, half of every talent is interest, isn’t it?

The moment he steps into the library, he can hear them. At first they startle him a bit, but soon he realises what’s happening, and rushes to where they are. He’s amazed. Liam had also lent him some talking books, attached was a note from him. Talking books were these ancient books that every witch needs at some point in their life. Liam no longer used his, and had decided to let Harry have them for a while, saying that every witch should have some around, given the fact that they help a lot and give excellent counselling and tips, which Harry needed whenever he was to be tested in his magic. They always sensed when you needed some advice and helped you understand things you never had wondered about before. There were 3 large books, with intimidating dark spines, old looking pages, and red glowing edges. He stacked them along with his gardening notepads and potion papers.

Harry had heard lots about them and the smile on his face was all the indication needed to know he was excited beyond belief to read them or let them speak to him. Whatever it is they did. Salem could tell Harry was giddy about them. After all, he did let himself fall on his bed, like a teenage girl with a new crush, with them in hand and humming along some weird tune. Another indication was the potion book he’d thrown to the side, as if he didn’t have an upcoming exam. “ Did you get talking books so they could tell you more about your crush on this mortal?” “ Salem.” Harry rolled his eyes “ M’going t’act like you’ve said nothing.” Salem sighed and shook his head. He knew it was just a matter of time before Harry grew tired of the talking books.

And Salem was right. After three cold nights, Harry had learned that the talking books, when they have something to comment on, won’t shut up. Even during the wee hours of the morning. Soon he’d have bags under his eyes from all the studying and the not-sleeping he was doing. They were going to drive him insane. Which is the sole reason — at least that’s what Harry’s making himself believe — why, when y/n had come knocking and asking him if he’d like to go for a cuppa, he’d agreed without any questioning, quickly gathering a coat from the rack next to the door, and his wallet from the small entrance table, rushing to close the door behind him, careful not to have her hear the books sing behind him about colours, – burgundy, green, grey – or whatnot.

In the few days after the Halloween incident, which is how Harry called it in his head, Y/N had come over to hang out once, and he’d gone over for a cuppa twice. They would talk in the hallways and joke over the mail on Mondays, and they have walked together down the sidewalk for at least 2 blocks before going their separate ways once or twice in the past weeks, but this is the first time they’d gone out together, with the intention of doing something, together. Apparently she had ran out of her favourite tea, and instead of going alone to the cafe down the street and getting herself a brew, she had grown the courage to ask if maybe Harry wanted to tag along. For no reason whatsoever. Just to get something warm to drink. Together.

Harry could have easily told her he had some of her favourite tea in his cupboards — don’t ask— and could have easily offered her some and that would have been it, but he did have some talkative fellas in his room, of which he was not certain if they would shut up in the presence of a mortal, so he decided not to risk it. Which is why he’s now sat in front of her at a table, while they blow on their hot mugs, steam rising from the tinted beverages.

Every time he’d seen y/n after the Halloween Incident (TM), which were quite a few, he was slightly reminded of the following Floating Incident… (TM). His mind would go back and replay that night. How she had drunkenly kissed his cheek, and it had kickstarted an array of bugs in his tummy that made him float. How he had to avoid Salem’s eyes for the rest of the night, not able to bare the fact that he had no idea why he was floating. “ Harry, do you like this human?” “ M’trying to sleep Salem. Shut up” And most importantly, he was always reminded of how this whole thing was completely one-sided. The next morning y/n could not remember a thing, and stopped by to just thank him for obviously taking care of her, because who else could have gotten her home safely, put out food for Nina, and left her a tall glass of water to drink for when she woke with a terrible hangover. Harry had to hold on to the door to avoid lifting up in the air again, but he’d muttered a small “You’re welcome. ’S no biggie” before asking if she’d like some tea, bold move, to which she refused because she felt ill, to which Harry answered by building up the strength to stop himself from floating away without the aid of a fixed object, and inviting her in, so he could make her some soup.

It was the first and only time y/n had been in his flat. And it was in that small conversation they had over the sound of things bubbling up into what smelled like a delicious soup, that Harry learned that she did not remember a single thing. She remembered the party, most of it. She remembered dancing and talking and being somewhat angry at him — though that she did not say out loud… Harry just knew. — She remembered Harry asking her to stop drinking, and then a few moments here and there made it so she could piece back the fact that they had taken an uber and that he’d helped her to bed. Other than that, y/n’s mind had erased, if it ever even grasped, the rest of the night.

He supposed he should feel relieved that she never noticed him floating as he ‘walked’ away, or that he’d gone stone-cold and very warm at the same time, at the feel of her lips on his cheek. But something felt off to him. He couldn’t completely feel relieved that she knew nothing. He tied it to the fact that he hated to be friends with her, or tried to be, and be keeping from her what felt like two of the biggest secrets he’s ever kept. But he refused to let himself think it over too much. Instead he focused on their small and growing friendship. Exactly what he’d promised he’d try. She remembers none of it, but Harry does, and that’s enough for him.

Y/N found herself smiling from ear to ear. It was a risk to ask Harry to join her for some tea, just for the fun of getting tea together. She had to admit it felt odd. Out of place even. Harry was suddenly being friendly, and more accepting of her. He was being more open and allowing her to cram his space. Well, compared to the Harry a month ago, she was definitely cramming his space. It was just weird to be able to talk to Harry like she had been for the last couple of days. She was glad, but sometimes she wondered if she had done something at the party that she couldn’t remember that made Harry actually accept her friendly advances. It’s not like they were best friends, or something like that, but it was a relief to be able to be friends with him after trying for so long. She was glad he felt comfortable around her the same way she started to feel comfortable around him a month ago.

On their short way back they both keep shaking their heads rid of little snowflakes as both the sun and the temperature fell. “ I love snow” she says smiling up to the clouds. Harry can’t help but wonder just how many people in the world actually like snow. As a witch that enjoys potion making and plants, snow was a bittersweet hit to his gut. Sometimes it felt more like a massage, other times it was a straight up punch. He shrugged slightly. “ S’okay. I like the snow, I jus’ don’t like to get cold” “ I feel you. My feet are freezing right now” she giggles and he drops his sight to her boot-covered feet as she kicks up some snow. She’s sporting some cute boots that were once light brown, and he lets out a small smile. On the sides are evident claw-scratches that nina must have left for y/n to wake up to. “Nina keeps scratching at them, plus they are really old so, it’s not like my toes are covered from the wind” she laughs. “ Why don’t yeh get yourself new ones?” Harry asks playing with the string of his hoodie and y/n shrugs. “ I don’t know. Haven’t got the chance. Maybe I’ll gift myself some for christmas” is the last thing she says before she reaches over to open the gate to the apartment complex and Harry is a bit shocked they had walked over so fast. Deep down he would have liked to talk to y/n a bit more.

Soon he finds himself back into his books and trying to find a good place to plant his winter flowers, while also studying up on his potions, most specifically searching for a potion to cure his floating.

He flips pages after pages of the large books, reading up on juices and mixes of leaves and seeds that could make him heavy, or make him feel less things, both of which scare him, and not much later he stumbles upon some of the more difficult brews. Love potions.

His breath catches in his throat. If there’s one thing he’s keeping off his mind as a reason for his floating issues, is any feeling close to…

He sighs. It wouldn’t hurt to read the chapters, after all some love potions serve both the purpose to make someone love you, and to make someone stop loving you, not that he’d ever use it on y/n… Or on himself to not like her…

The clock ticks close to midnight and Harry is in his third cup of coffee and fourth attempt at growing his Blue Salvias in the winter. The cauldron is boiling with all the elements necessary for a simple Poison, just for practice, as he reads up on the love potions in his book. He’s so into the words inked on the thousand year old paper, that he misses the pitter patter of Salem paws against his wooden floors. The small cat looks at his companion as he shuffles along in the kitchen excitedly throwing herbs into the boiling water. Salem hops on the counter and eyes him up and down. “If you’re going t’ask me about y/n, just go ask Nina” Harry says without turning to look at him, his eyes focused solely on the words on the ancient book. Thyme? In a Love Potion? Simple enough. Harry’s hands reach over for the small bottle where he keeps it, holding it close to his chest as he keeps on reading. Salem grins. “ Do you plan on sleeping, Harry?” “ I have an exam coming up, and winter catching up t’me. No, I won’t sleep” he mumbles still skimming his eyes over the pages. “ Huh… Ok… Do you reckon Niall and Louis know?” “ Know what?” Harry’s arm reaches over to shake some thyme into the cauldron, before he flips another page. His lips move as he takes in the words. Mashed up Hydnora Africana seeds, Harry scoffs. No way he can get that. “ Nothing… But hey” Salem smiles jumping from one side to the other and landing next to Harry’s book on the kitchen counter. "I promise I won’t tell if you don’t want to tell” Harry is lost but continues flipping pages. "Salem what the heck are you talking about?” " Ah come on. As if you're not infatuated with the human" " I am not" Harry groans under his breath. Salem needs to stop, if this were to slip in front of Niall and/or Louis, Harry would have to move to the next city, and cast a memory wipe spell so people don’t even remember his name in this one. Which tears at his heart a bit more than he thought possible. If he left she would forget him, she would have to. There’s just no way he can forget her. He stops the train of thought and continues throwing garlic cloves into the steaming mix.

" Sure thing.” Salem says, you could probably hear the smirk in his voice, a smirk he was carrying proudly, though you can’t really see the cat smirk physically. “By the way, you need more rosemary" "What?" Harry looks up from his book and to his hand, suddenly interested in the conversation. Rosemary? What for? He wondered as he saw the big chunk he’d just thrown in. "For the love potion you fool" Salem hops off the counter laughing, and Harry blushes deeply, slamming his potion book closed in a hurry. “I’m just practicing Salem!” But all he can hear is the cat scoff as he heads down the hall and towards Harry’s bedroom to doze off for the night. He groaned as he looked into the cauldron. Viscous green goo greeted him as his anger bubbled up. A perfectly good poison ruined all because he kept reading too much into the love potion. He turned off the heat and cast a spell to make the whole pot of this disgusting guppy goo he had created disappear without a trace. Somewhere in the magic realm, a big blob of nasty had fallen into a dumpster.

The lad decided to call it a day. Maybe tomorrow he could try again. Maybe tomorrow he could search in the library where to get Hydnora Africana seeds in the mortal world. Not that he even needed them for the poison.

As he lays in bed, wide awake, tossing and turning, some soothing but at the same time odd words help him find some ease. “ Between you and me. I quite like y/n” are the last words the cat mutters before going to sleep. Harry knows Salem hates everything, and it was already a shock to find out that Salem liked Nina. So Harry wonders if maybe both him and Salem had been bewitched by someone or something and it made Salem enjoy human and cat company, and it made Harry feel things and float… And in that moment, it seemed like the most reasonable, logic answer there was.

The snow crunched under the weight of Harry's boots as he took step after step in the direction of his home. A bag of cat food in his arms and a craving for a nice warm cup of hot cocoa in his gut. The closer he got to the complex, the louder the small voices became. Soon, he was stepping into what seemed like a snowball fight between some of the children from the block. He gave a small smile to one of them as he used Harry's tall body as shield to run from a pile of snow to the other. The kid received a snowball to the face the moment he stepped out of Harry's cover and the tall lad couldn't help but laugh. That is until a snowball exploded on his chest, the surprise hit sending him stumbling back a little. As he looked up there stood y/n laughing and giving a high-five to a little girl. Harry's shocked mouth turned into a smile at the sight.

"Yeh did not" he joked "Oh but I did" she grinned and winked. "Are you going to fight back or what?"

Harry debated the thought over. He couldn't. He had to study. But he'd done so much studying the night prior, and he could use a break from trying and failing to make a youth-elixir. But then again, Louis and Niall would have his head if he didn't prepare well enough for the test. Y/N sensed his doubt and her smile fell fast as she walked over. ”Come on... join us! The boy’s team need another one” she said smug and the little girl next to her gave her yet another high-five “ We don’t!” he could hear one of the boys say in the distance. Harry smiled at the interaction, but soon was reminded that he needed to answer when y/n cleared her throat. "I just... I have some stuff-" " Can't it wait?” she asked. It couldn’t… " Yeah. Join us sir!" A small boy tugged at his coat making Harry turn to him as he pouted. “We do need another boy.” Harry had to admit, the young child's puppy look did nothing on him. While he did like children and got along with them pretty well, their ability to pout and try to get their way didn’t really go through with Harry. But... slowly lifting up to find y/n's puppy look certainly did, for some unknown reason. Harry's mouth opened and closed over and over, no words formed, no words came out. “ Join us for a bit, H" she said with a smile and a hop. The cold tinted her cheeks red, a deeper red than her usual blush, Harry could tell.

One day, he was going to be put on trial for whatever reason a witch could be on trial. He was going to be judged, and there was going to be freedom at stake. There was going to be something extreme on the other end. He would be tortured and threatened beyond his strengths. And still he would never ever ever tell that, on a snowy November day, y/n calling him 'H' had made him so weak at the knees that he almost fainted.

He nodded slightly and both the little kid and y/n clapped and cheered excited that he’d joined the game. The tall lad quickly set aside the bag of cat food by the entrance to his building and hoped no cat owner passed by and stole it. That was dumb of him to think, this was after all a very friendly neighbourhood, consisting mostly of nice old people that would call the police over a lost bag of cat food instead of taking it for themselves, or their cats better said.

The open space between buildings and houses in the complex was actually quite big. It was something Harry really enjoyed when he moved. He could go for a jog in the little “park”, until it became too small for his limbs, and then he moved to an actual park where he could trot his heart out. The opening still left him speechless, specially in the fall when the trees took the most beautiful of oranges.

He hid as best he could behind a pile of snow that was obviously made to hide a small 7 year old. Jonas, the little kid who had tugged at his coat, sat beside him making snowballs and failing as they seemed to break apart before he could properly set to throw them. “ Hey, how about I make the balls, and you jus’ chuck ‘em at the enemy?” he said coming face to face with the young boy with extremely red cheeks. And it was just like that, how Harry and Jonas set an impenetrable fort behind a tree and a pile of white snow. That is until Jonas took off running, leaving Harry confused, though not for long, when he felt the harsh attack at his back. They had been discovered. It was y/n, on his tail as Harry gathered the small balls he had created and turned around to defend himself from her as he ran. “ Run!” he screamed and the rest of the boys around the area took of running, searching for new covers. The sound of laughter filled the air as they ran around and played with the biggest smiles on their faces.

“My toes are so cold!” y/n said between laughter. After a few rounds of snowball fighting, all the children started to head home as the afternoon fell, leaving only Harry and y/n to chase around each other until they tired and sat by the building entrance, right next to the untouched bag of cat food he’d placed earlier on. “ ‘M telling yeh. Jus’ buy new ones” he shrugged and smiled at her, but she shook her head. Stubborn one she was. “ I think I just need thicker socks and it will all be okay” “ I won’t say I told yeh so when they fall apart” he poked at the giving fabric of the boots and she pushed at his shoulder. “ Hey! No touching!” she giggled. Silence fell between the two young adults. Some winter afternoons are more beautiful than others, and this one was so pretty. The colours in the sky, the dropping temperature and slowly falling snowflakes. Harry felt the weight of y/n’s head on his shoulder short after. He had the same feeling as the night of the Halloween Incident, the warmth, the uncomfortable tickle in his gut, and the lack of oxygen, and he was reminded of his potion exam coming up, but for some reason, nothing in him wanted to move. He sighed playing with his fingers as y/n wrapped her arm around his arm, unknowingly looking for comfort and heat. Harry’s breathing was kickstarted by the soft feeling of her delicate fingers touching his.

Later that night, as the snow continued to fall and accumulate in piles that the kids would surely play with again tomorrow, Harry found himself in his kitchen, mixing away at yet another elixir. This one specifically was perfect for healing fire burns, which is one of the easiest attacks a witch could learn and it’s the reason why this elixir was a must have in the kit of a medic witch. The only problem is that it was hard to make, so witches would stock up on it. By adding certain seeds that made its healing powers last longer, it could be stored.

There was a soft hum of the talking books coming from Harry’s bedroom. It started to become annoying, specially because, since the moment he arrived home after the snowball fight, they had been whispering and repeating the same word over and over, a word that, to Harry, meant nothing. Burgundy. If he only knew what the word meant he would at least catch the clue or whatever it was they were giving him. But to him it was just another colour. Was he wearing burgundy? Was he eating burgundy? Did he have to be careful with Burgundy in his life? Was it even a colour? He didn’t know. He made a mental note to ask Louis and Niall, or to get a book and read up on the odd word.

Harry decided to call it a night, left the cauldron in the fire, for the elixir to cook to perfection while he rested. Three days until his exam, he couldn’t have any more distractions. No more outings, tomorrow he’d do the groceries, maybe stop by the library and back to his apartment to read up and prepare more potions. Maybe give another try to the love potion, and test his healing elixir. He just had to keep Salem, Louis and Niall out of his head to properly focus. He had to keep the talking books out of his head to focus. And he had to keep y/n out of his head and his day to focus. And in that short moment it was decided. He would be a hermit. He would perfect his abilities and increase his knowledge. It felt good to plan ahead and to make that decision, and in that moment late at night it was easy to promise keeping those things and people out of his head. He allowed himself one last thought of y/n, one last thought of how much fun it was to play in the snow. And that was it. Off to sleep.

That is until the books decided to add more words to their repeating chant that would surely keep him awake for hours. “ She is Burgundy.” they said.

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Witch!Harry is back! I hope! I’m trying to get back to loving this concept as much as I did when it first popped up in my head, and seeing some of you actually give feed back and say if you do like it or not has helped a lot, so thank you! Tell me what you thought of this chapter, it’s kind of long-ish. Longer than the first 3 anyways! and idk if chapter 5 will be this long, who knows. Tell me what your favourite part was. WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN IN CHAPTER 6? I WANT TO KNOW!!! What would you like to happen with y/n and Harry.

Chapter 6 has no official date but I WILL try my best for it to be ready as soon as possible!

#BIM tag. ||  Intro Here. ||   Ch.1 * Ch.2 * Ch.3 * Ch.4   ||   Ch. 6 

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Iv. xo all the cuddles, always!