MidReal Story
Secrets of the College Witch
Scenario: A guy in his first year or college learning he's a witch
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I opened the door to my new dorm room, a surge of excitement and nervousness coursing through me.
I was starting my freshman year of college, and I couldn’t wait to finally be on my own.
My roommate’s side of the room was empty for now, and I took the opportunity to unpack my things and get settled in.
I was just about to change into something more comfortable when I heard the door open and a voice call out, “Ethan, you here?”
“Yeah,” I called back, poking my head out of the bathroom.
My roommate Alex stepped into the room, two plastic bags full of snacks and supplies hanging from his arms.
“So this is our new place, huh?”
He dropped the bags on his bed and took a look around.
“Looks good to me.”
“Yeah, it’s not bad,” I said, stepping out of the bathroom and tossing my towel over the door to dry.
“Have you met anyone else on the floor yet?”
“Nah, I just got here.I figured I’d better get some supplies before everything gets picked over.”
I checked my phone for the time.
“I’m going to head to my first class soon.Are you good here or do you need help with anything?”
“I’m good,” he said, grabbing some clothes from his suitcase and tossing them on his bed.
“I’ll probably walk around and see if I can find any other guys from the team.”
“All right, I’ll see you later then.” I headed back into the bathroom to finish getting ready for class.
As I changed into my outfit for the day, I couldn’t stop the wide grin from spreading across my face.
I was finally starting college, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for me.
College was a fresh start for me.
It was my chance to break free from the expectations of my family and figure out who I truly was.
I’d always felt like there was more to me than met the eye, and now that I was away from home, I could try to figure out what that something more was.
I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door just as the last few minutes before class began were ticking away on the clock in the hallway.
I walked as quickly as I could without breaking into a run, trying not to draw too much attention to myself as I made my way across campus.
Unfortunately, I’d gotten turned around a couple times on the way over, so I was cutting it closer than I would have liked.
When I arrived at the building where my first class was being held, I practically flew up the stairs two at a time.
I came skidding into the classroom just as the last few students were walking in, grateful that I hadn’t missed the start of the lecture altogether.
The room was already full of other students settling into their seats for the first day of Introduction to Psychology.
As I took my seat in the third row, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that I’d made it on time.
I took a deep breath, leaning back in my chair as I waited for class to begin.
After a moment, I realized that we were all still facing forward rather than chatting amongst ourselves like I’d expected us to be doing while we waited for the professor to arrive.
It seemed that everyone else was still waiting for me to introduce myself.
My relief vanished in an instant as I began to feel incredibly self-conscious under their expectant gazes.
The professor still hadn’t arrived yet, and it didn’t seem like he would until I’d gotten this over with.
“Uh…hi,” I said tentatively into the silence of the classroom.
“My name is Ethan Black.I’m a freshman majoring in Business Administration.”
I breathed a small sigh of relief as a smattering of applause broke out throughout the classroom, but my calm was short-lived as I noticed the curious look the girl sitting next to me was giving me.
I swallowed hard, wondering if I’d said something wrong and trying to figure out if I should try introducing myself again when the door opened to reveal Professor Reed walking in, a small smile playing on his lips at the sight of me standing up to speak to the class even though he’d missed most of my introduction.
He gave a nod in my direction, and I quickly sat back down as he made his way to the front of the room to start the lecture for the day.
A few minutes later, he paused his discussion about the history of psychology and looked out at the class with a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he were considering something that had just occurred to him out of the blue.
“Mr…Black,” he said slowly, looking down at his attendance list to check my name, “may I ask you a question?”
“Yes, Professor?”
The girl next to me gave a small snort of laughter before hastily clapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, looking up at me with an obvious smirk on her face as the rest of the class laughed nervously in reaction to the professor’s question.
I just blinked at him, completely lost by what he was asking and why everyone thought it was so funny.
I’d never met this guy before in my life…so how would he know if I was magical or not?
“Sorry, Professor,” I said, frowning as I looked around the room in confusion.
“I’m not sure I understand your question.”
Professor Reed gave a small smile in response, looking amused by my confused response to his question, but didn’t seem inclined to explain further.
“It’s nothing,” he said with a small shake of his head.
After the class ended, I hung back to pack up my things while the rest of the students filed out into the hallway and chatted amongst themselves as they waited for their next class to begin.
When the last student finally left the room and it was just me and the professor left alone together, he turned to me and said, “I don’t know how you managed to go this long without anyone telling you but…you may be a witch.”
I stared at him in shock for a long moment before slowly shaking my head in denial and saying in a stunned voice, “No…that can’t be right.”
The professor looked like he wanted to argue but instead just gave me a small shrug and said, “Well…if you ever want to talk about it, my office hours are Tuesday from 2-4 p.” before leaving the room without another word.
I stood in the middle of the empty classroom for a long moment, trying to come to terms with what had just happened before eventually giving up and hurrying out into the hallway to find Lily Thompson standing there waiting for me with a sly smile on her face as she said in a teasing voice, “So…you’re magical after all.”
I narrowed my eyes at her as I said in a cautious voice, “What did you do?”
“Me?” she said with a smirk before leaning in close to whisper in my ear, “Nothing much.”
I gave her a suspicious look as I asked, “Then how did you know?”
“I didn’t,” she admitted in a sheepish voice, looking slightly embarrassed by her admission but still grinning at me like she was enjoying this way too much before quickly adding, “But if you don’t believe me, I can show you how to cast a spell later if you want?”
I hesitated for a long moment, not entirely sure if I should trust her but unable to resist my curiosity either as I asked, “What kind of spell?”
She gave me that sly smile again as she said, “It’s nothing fancy…just a little truth spell I learned from Alex last year.”
After the day I’d had, there was nothing more that could go wrong, so I decided that I might as well give it a try and see what happened and agreed to meet her later outside of the science building where she would be waiting to show me how to cast the spell that she’d promised me earlier that day.
When I got there later that afternoon, Lily looked like she was barely able to contain her excitement as she led me over to a secluded spot under one of the trees near the building and sat down on the grass with an expectant look on her face as she said, “Okay…so all you have to do is focus on moving the stone with your mind.”
I looked down at the small rock sitting in front of her on the grass and gave it my best shot, narrowing my eyes as I concentrated as hard as I possibly could on moving the stone with my mind but was unable to make even the smallest shift despite my best efforts.
After several more minutes of trying and failing miserably to move the stone with my mind, I finally gave up and looked up at her in frustration as I said, “I told you I wasn’t magical.”
Lily rolled her eyes at me and said, “You’re just not trying hard enough,” before giving me an exasperated look and asking, “Do you want me to teach you how to cast a spell or not?”
I hesitated for a moment before finally giving in and agreeing to give it one more try.
I sat down cross-legged on the grass in front of the stone and took a few deep breaths to calm my mind before looking up at Lily with an expectant look in my eyes and waiting for her to tell me what I needed to do next.
She smiled at me for a moment before starting to chant something in another language that I didn’t recognize and made me think that maybe she was just making fun of me by pretending to cast a spell but stopped when she saw the confused look on my face and said in an exasperated voice, “You have to say the spell with me…otherwise it won’t work.”
I hesitated for a moment before finally giving in and repeating after her the strange words that she was saying and then watched in amazement as the stone slowly started to move with my words until it was suddenly floating in the air in front of us.
I stared at it in disbelief for a moment before looking up at Lily in amazement and saying, “It worked!”
Lily smiled at me again before looking over at Alex who was standing nearby watching us with an amused look on his face and said in an excited voice, “It really worked!”
Alex looked almost like he couldn’t believe it either before saying in an impressed voice, “Nice job,” and nodding approvingly at us.
When he saw the surprised look on my face, he gave me an apologetic look and said, “Sorry…I should have told you this earlier but…all witches are capable of casting spells.”
When I asked him why I wasn’t able to do it sooner if I had always been magical like he said I was, he gave me an amused look before explaining that one of the reasons why the truth spell hadn’t worked earlier was that I hadn’t believed Lily when she’d told me that I was magical too.
He went on to explain that truth spells were only effective on those who believed they were real too and that most witches and warlocks had a hard time believing in magic when they first found out about it so that was why the spell hadn’t worked the way it should have.
I gave him a puzzled look and asked, “What’s the difference between witches and warlocks?”
Lily rolled her eyes at me like she couldn’t believe I’d just asked her that before turning to glare at Alex, who looked like he was trying really hard not to laugh, and saying pointedly, “Witches is the gender-neutral term.”
“Oh…sorry,” he said, looking slightly embarrassed before giving me a sheepish smile and saying, “I should have told you that too.”
I stared at him for a moment before rolling my eyes and saying, “What about the other magical beings?Are they real too?”
