Circe's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation as she spotted Finn across the bustling school hallway. Ignoring the curious gazes of their classmates, she dashed towards him, her determination shining in her eyes.
"OH MY GOD. Finn!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with urgency and eagerness. He turned to face her, surprise evident in his expression. Before he could utter a word, she boldly reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to her.
A gasp escaped Finn's lips as he stumbled slightly, caught off guard by her sudden assertiveness. Circe's eyes locked with his, filled with a mix of determination and anticipation. She knew there was no turning back now.
Without breaking their gaze, Circe tugged on Finn's shirt, guiding him forcefully towards the nearby library. The sound of their hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, drowning out any lingering whispers or curious stares.
As they entered the library, Circe released her grip on Finn's shirt, her fingers tingling from the contact. She quickly scanned the room, ensuring they were secluded from prying eyes and eager ears. Satisfied that their conversation would remain private, she turned her attention back to Finn.
Her voice trembled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy as she began to speak. "Finn, I need to talk to you. Something insane happened, I can't keep it to myself any longer."
Finn's eyes widened, a blend of surprise and curiosity dancing in their depths. He opened his mouth to speak, but Circe's words spilled out in a torrent before he could find his voice.
"I found my grandmother's Book of Shadows in the attic."She paused to catch her breath. "My actual grandmother's, not my mom's mom. My birth mom's mom". Finn looked perplexed as if he was staring at a differential equation. "It's filled with ancient spells, secrets, and knowledge that have unlocked a whole new world for me. I think... I think I might have inherited her powers, Finn. I might be a witch." He twisted his head into confusion
Finn's jaw dropped, his eyes widening with disbelief. "I thought you were a witch? A Wiccan?"
Circe rolled her eyes at his stupidity, "No Finn, like, an actual witch. Like, the Salem Witch Trials' Witches."
Finn's jaws dropped. "Oh. My God." His eyes looked shocked but defensive like he was hiding something behind them. However, Circe was too excited about her discovery to notice them.
Circe nodded eagerly, her excitement building with each passing moment. "Yes, Finn! And there's more! I tried to perform a binding spell, to, like, tap into my powers, but something went wrong. There was this intense surge of energy, like, a force that threw me off balance. I don't know what it was, but it was powerful. Like, threw me into the floor, type powerful."
Finn's gaze softened, a mix of concern and curiosity replacing his initial shock. He reached out, his hand finding hers, providing a reassuring anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions.
"Circe, why didn't you tell me about any of this?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care. "We're friends, and I would have been there for you."
A pang of guilt washed over Circe, her eyes searching his for forgiveness. "I was scared, Finn. Scared that my feelings for you would complicate things."
Finn's gaze hardened in confusion "Feelings?" He blinked quickly as if trying to remember something he'd missed."You don't have to be scared, Circe. I'm here for you. Always."
A mixture of relief and anticipation flooded Circe's being. The unspoken tension between them crackled with a newfound intensity, as they stood there in the quiet sanctuary of the library, their connection on the brink of something extraordinary.
And in that moment, the promise of their shared journey, filled with mystery, magic, and an undeniable connection, hung in the air. What lies ahead?
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