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It was an ordinary day like no other. Yanno, practicing necromancy, figuring out pranks to mess with people. Drying out Prismarina’s empire because you can. Messing with Joey because you can. And spitting up flowers, just because you can.
-Wait what?
Scott was currently leaning over a hole in the ground near his home, flowers spewing from his mouth. Yellow tulips. Heliotrope. Honeysuckle. Lilacs. Lavender, and Jasmine.
His chest felt like it was on fire, throat clogged with flowers. Nose clogged with the floral perfumy scent.
Once the flowers left his throat, the entire bottom of the hole of dirt was covered in flowers.
Scott covered the hole in dirt, successfully covering the flowers. He had things to do today and if someone found out about all of. . .this. . .he probably wouldn’t be allowed to participate in the witch trials anymore.
Fixing himself up and dusting his robes off, he set off to follow his daily plans. Learn a new spell, get some experience, train, prank Joey and Prismarina, visit Lauren, visit his tower and trade for some things from Agatha and get back home to study. Oh and maybe curse some people!
By the time he had arrived home after his daily list of chores things to do, the sun was no long high in the sky. His Illusion witch neighbor had come by to ask if he had wanted to go flying, but Scott refused. Saying that he was extremely tired and that he was going to call it early that night.
Once the witch of illusions left, he prompted to brew some potions and work on some spells. He got through about half of that before he had another coughing fit.
This time it was black roses.
The symbol of death, and dead romance.
He would get Milo back, even if it killed him. Even if he was disgraced by what Scott had done and what he had become.
And until then, no one could know.