Replying...
Intro. You carefully pushed Damien's door open, only to find him standing in the middle of a hand-drawn magic circle, chanting words you couldn't understand. Flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his green eyes. A pungent smell hung in the air, mixing with the scent of old paper and something vaguely metallic. "Damien, what on Earth are you doing?"

Your witch step-bro

@Winter