#wip: magically inclined

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Title: How I Met Your Witch. Prompt: ... For: Was for an October prompt event but i didn't finish it, so i'm now posting this cause I thought it was cute. Who: Caesar Kane (OC) & Cassian Barakzai (OC) Wip: Magically Inclined Notes: Caesar meets Cassian when Cassian's lost cat shows up at her cafe. They meet. Words: 501

Caesar Kane watches intently as a little black cat scratches its paws against the back of her cafe's sofa. As much as she'd like to throw a fit about it, the little guy is cute and it isn't exactly doing any harm. So, she doesn't do anything to it. She just lets it do its thing, it deciding to lounge on the sofa, opposed to scratching it anymore — her watching, curiously, wondering what it would be like to be a cat.

She's so lost in her own thoughts that she avoids noticing the dark-haired woman —- who she doesn't know is a real witch —- who walks into the cafe with a look of irritation in her brown eyes. "Oi," the dark haired witch says looking at her with narrowed eyes. "What's my cat doing here?"

Caesar does not even budge at her voice. She's used to having irritable customers. It's just another Monday to her. "I don't know, it was bored?" she states a little bored herself, looking at her like it's not her problem, before she looks at the cat who's walking in their owner's direction. When it reaches them, it prrs against its owner's legs and the witch picks up her cat. "Bored?" The witch asks, perplexed. She looks at the cat, and then right at Caesar who still looks bored, herself. "Were you bored, Terry?" The cat prrs louder. "I suppose he was."

Caesar sighs, right before she reaches out to touch the cat. It does not hiss at her. Instead, it prrs against her touch and its owner smiles. "Terry's a weird name for a cat. Sounds a little too human," Caesar says, casually.

The witch shrugs with only one shoulder, before she states. "That's because he's not just any cat — he used to be a person." The witch replies. She watches as Caesar continues to pet the cat, and the thing finally pulls away.

"Well, it's better than my name," Caesar comments, suddenly realizing how beautiful this woman is. She's got pale skin, jet black hair, and cheekbones that can cut through marble. She also has catlike brown eyes that are as alert as the cat's. She picks up on the comment, but like irritable customers walking in, she's used to people saying odd things.

"What's your name then? My name's Cassian," the witch introduces, using a freehand to shake, then resting the arm she's not using.

Caesar chuckles. "Caesar," she says casually, "It's nice to meet you, Cassian and Terry." She shakes the beautiful woman's hand and smiles at her, softly — impressed by meeting another woman with a name that's usually a man's. "Nice to meet you, too. Thanks for letting my little guy stay here for a while." Cassian says this just as casually as Caesar had said her own name.

"What did you mean by he 'used to be a person'?" she asks the witch, finally, even though she's used to it, but still not aware of the fact that she's a real witch.

The witch winks at her. Uses the cat's paw to wave at her. "We have to go — maybe I'll explain it another day, yeah?" she replies, and then she turns to leave out the door.

Caesar is still confused. So she mumbles, "Used to be human," under her breath, before looking at where the cat had been laying. "Why do the attractive people always have to be a bit weird?" Now bored, since there was no cat there to watch, she hums to herself and waits for her next customer.