Types of Magic and how to Chart them: Familiars

“The air feels stiff to you, huh?”  Melania asked, despite knowing the answer.

The Espeon on her shoulder just nodded. His tail raised, as he looked at her.

“I know… But… look, be ready to run, but be nice.” Melania said, content with her Espeon lowering its tail to half raised. She walked up, and knocked before entering. “Hi”

“Who’s that one then?!” A muscular man shouted. Clearly in the middle of a card game. “How did you get in here?!”

“I.. My name is Melania Addison. I was invited here after I made a good post. On my notes on magic and all that.” Melania replied.

“Last I, Bruce Wellsander, checked Melania mentioned nothing about making a familiar, and didn’t mention nothing about an Espeon.” Bruce said.

“Everyone already thought I was crazy!” Melania said. “Even after that post. I didn’t wanna do this alone, so I thought about who could help me though, and then I thought of Arcane. An Eevee who was picked out to be an Espeon, and every Eevee since has been an Espeon named Arcane to me.”

“And then he just showed up.” Bruce said with his arm still crossed. “ Like he was already to be your partner again.”

“Pretty much yes!” Melinda said. “Stoic as he’s ever been, and ready for anything. What you have a problem with that!?”

An Arcanine shows up right behind Bruce as he speaks. “No, that sound like familiar magic to me.”

“Bruce would know better than all of us.” Miss Deepwood said. “Welcome then Madam Addison.”

 “My apologies for the caution, Madam Deepwood.” Bruce replied.

“Your caution is what keeps us safe Sir Wellsander.” Deepwood replied “ I see no need for an apology. I would’ve asked myself had you not.”

“I know I’m new to everything.” Melinda replied, petting the Arcanine. “But I would take stiff air and a good friend over an open air and a surprise enemy any day of the week, and I like to to think that’s why Arcane.”

“Well put. Madam Addison.” Deepwood replied.

Bruce leaned down, and held his arm out. “Would you let me look at you for a bit Arcane?” Arcane leaped over onto his tail down as they stared. “He came because his mother was alone, and if she is always gonna stand by me imma stand by her.”

“You can process all that?” Melinda asked.

“Pride myself on being the expert on familiars” Bruce said. “But you got an appointment to keep.”
“Yeah, I do.” Melinda replied.

On that day I became one the archivists of the Wiccans. a junior one, but still. Learned a lot from Bruce too. And most of you have a familiar around you just waiting to be heard. Still standing by the way they always do. So the next time you feel down alone just try to remember something, or someone is always watching over you. Mostly like something from your childhood that you're still keeping close. As far as the rest of us Wiccans no still no gods, but we kind of like it that way