Sanders Sides One-shots

Witches and wizards ~ Analogical

^^Inspired by this lovely fanart! By @Imtoobiforyou on Tumblr

TW: None

Word count: 1875

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Witches and wizards. What an absurd concept, Logan thought to himself as he watched his father work at his desk, reading and studying about the possible existence of witchcraft. He didn’t know why he was constantly so worked up about this theory. His father used to be a respected man, hard-working and with a good job and a loving family, but after his mother disappeared, witchcraft was all he ever paid attention to anymore. Well, that and Logan of course.

“Father?” Logan said, as he stood in the doorway. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, son,” his father answered without looking up.
“Why are you so focused on all of this?” It was then that he stopped what he was doing and looked at his son. “Witchcraft is just silly, childish nonsense, none of it is real.”

There was a long pause between them, as if his father was lost about what to say. Logan patiently waited for his father’s response, but when it came, he was just dismissed.
“Go Logan,” he said and Logan’s expression and heart fell.
“But father-”
“Logan, please just go. I can’t deal with this right now,” his father demanded exhaustedly as he walked up to the door and closed it, leaving Logan alone in the silent, hallway.

There was no point in getting mad; it would get him nowhere, so Logan took a book and started reading it on the balcony in order to take his mind off reality.

However, he couldn’t focus on the words and he instead stared at the cityscape scenery below him.
This was mother’s favourite view, he thought to himself. He felt a few tears start to prick at his eyes, so he looked down and tried to hold them back… but he couldn’t and eventually he gave up and let them all trickle down his cheeks.

After a couple of minutes, Logan recomposed himself and finally found the focus to start properly reading. But, he was abruptly interrupted by a pair of eyes staring curiously at him that he could see in his peripherals. He gasped when he made eye-contact with this mysterious boy and accidentally dropped his book, startling the boy, who started to fly away.

“No, wait!” Logan called, reaching out to him. “Please, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” The boy turned around slowly on his broom and stared at him anxiously. “It was just a book. See?” Logan knelt down to pick up the book and held it up for him to see. The boy exhaled, possibly out of relief, and flew closer to Logan again.

As he grew closer, Logan stared deeply into his dark chocolate brown eyes. They were the most beautiful and vivid eyes he had ever seen and he couldn’t help but continue to gaze into them. Something about them was just so appealing to look at.

“Hi,” Logan muttered. For the first time ever, he didn’t know what to say and an interesting new feeling arose in his stomach. It felt like… butterflies?

“Hi,” the boy said. His voice was innocent and quiet; it melted Logan’s stoic expression instantly.

“What’s your name?” Logan asked. The boy looked away for a second, as if he were contemplating whether to tell him or not.

“Virgil,” he said in a shy voice.

“Hello Virgil,” Logan greeted softly, trying to make the boy - Virgil - feel more comfortable because he was visibly tense. “My name is Logan.”

Virgil’s shoulders relaxed and he even smiled at Logan and Logan couldn’t help but return it.

“Are you a… a…”
“A wizard?” Virgil finished and Logan nodded. “Um, yeah, I am.” Logan didn’t know how to respond to this so he just stood, wide eyed, in silence. Ever since his mother’s disappearance, he had never believed in witches or wizards. He always thought them to be worthless and frivolous stories told to children at night solely to make them behave, but, obviously, he was wrong all along.