A Daily Ritual (Falicity)

[CHRISTOPHER GREENFIELD]

"Ah, crap. These stupid branches." A boy with dark blonde hair said, as a few branches hit his face as he headed up a steep hill to visit a certain someone. "Tch! Really. Why does she even live this far away in the first place? That stupid woman." Christopher stepped over a fallen tree, with a look of dread in his face. Ever since he was a little boy, he has detested this time of day, this ritual. Hell, he doesn't even know why he, of all of the people in the village, was chosen for the job. 'Oh yeah. Because I'm the son of that stupid coward of a mayor.' The boy, (whose name is Christopher Greenfield) ran his left hand through his short, soft, hair, and sighed, as he saw the one house he has always dreaded to see in sight.

"Well, hopefully she won't keep me as long today." Christopher said, as he usually did. This was also a repeated ritual of his. You see, ever since he's started visiting her, Christopher's mom will tell him everyday to look on the visits 'optimistically'. Looking optimistically, of course, was something that Christopher has never done since he met that woman. The event traumatized the poor boy. When Christopher finally reached the house, he knocked, and yelled, "Hey, you. I'm here. I also bought some dinner that my mom made." And with these words, his hell starts.


Oh, and by the way. 'That woman', is a witch.

[FALICITY]

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[CHRISTOPHER GREENFIELD]

Christopher looked down, and prepared himself of what was to come when the door magically opened as usual. He heard her faux-girly voice asking him what there was to eat, and responded. "My mom cooked us some turkey sandwiches. She also made some buttered- what the bloody hell...?" Christopher looked up to see the witch dressed in some 'unusual' clothing. Well, unusual for her. The witch was wearing a cute, white sundress. Her hair was also tied into a ponytail. All in all, with her beauty and the outfit combined, most men would drool over her. But not Christopher. While he does admit that she is fairly beautiful and enchanting looking, he knew the witch long enough to not fall for her looks and her false cutesy personality. Christopher sighed, walked over to her, and put the basket on the table. He then facepalmed, and said to her, "Falicity, why the hell are you dressing like that? I thought you hated normal clothes." A hint of irritation was in his voice.