AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Yes, this is a re-imagining of Kash's Witchcraft.
This will not be pushed to be featured.
Cheers.

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I was flying down the sidewalk. I just finished my first day at work, and the annoying amount of people trying to get into the subway was in the way of me and my alone time. I didn't care in the slightest the colorful words that people were hurling towards me. I would have made the next train if it weren't for someone's foot getting in the way and faceplanting me squarely into the pavement.

I didn't expect what I did see. A girl with black hair... in black robes... wearing a witch hat. These cosplayers are going a little to hard for the middle of summer. How did I not see her in the crowd?

"It appears you've tripped over my foot." She extends out her arm to me. I take it and stand up, half expecting her to stab me next. This is New York City in 2024, after all...
"I-I'm so sorry, but I don't have time to-"
She put her hand over my mouth. "Shhhhhh, time isn't important. I can sort that out later. I need to ask you a question," she starts, removing her hand from my mouth.
My mind is frantically opening every drawer in my mental mansion for an easy way out of this situation. "OH, you're one of the Tok... Tickers... yeah, TokTickers, the ones that ask people questions!" I said swiftly.
"...in a way..." she replied, looking rather... bored.
"Double it and give it to the next person!" I yelled as I started down the stairs into the station.
She covers my mouth again and pulls me back. "Shhhhhh, no. I was going to ask you... what do you want? What is it that you've always wanted in life...?" she asked.

I was starting to get the vibes that this person wasn't normal. Just a hunch.

"...ummmmm..." My mental mansion was littered with socks everywhere and I couldn't even answer a question as simple as this. "I don't know... to live somewhere else...? To be free of this place for good. I don't like New York City..."
"Hm, the rising crime rates, huh?" she replied. That was my exact reason. Was she reading me like an open book?
"Uhm... yeah..." The maids were working overtime to remove all the offensive garbage from my mind before she could-
"Yes, I am a witch." She stated, looking me dead into the eyes.

I'm dead.
Bury me now.
I won't live another day.
Goodbye everybody.
Play Bohemian Rhapsody at my funeral.

"No, you're not going to die. There's something special about you. My name is Anges, and I know yours is Kevin."
"What do you want from me?!?!" I yelled, to which she covered my mouth again for screaming.
"Free housing. I want to be your roommate."
NOPE. "No."
After a brief pause, she offers, "I have money." She flashes $800 out of her wallet. (Is that some magical infinite wallet?)

My brain officially fried, I immediately switched teams.

"Well, why didn't you say so, new roommate?" I asked.

We shortly arrived at my small apartment, and I took off my shoes. (And I almost stripped to my boxers immediately out of habit. I've been living alone for too long. That wouldn't have been good for my new roommate.) Anges took off her hat and robes, leaving her in the purple tank top she was wearing underneath.
My apartment only had three rooms: a bed, a bath, and a kitchen. Even though it was quite small, it was enough for just myself. I had a spare bed for guests, which Anges promptly claimed for herself. After preparing myself for bed, I laid myself in the other bed, and we chatted until dark. When we both started incessantly yawning, we decided to call it a night, so I switched off the lamp and drifted asleep.

Putting full trust into the magical being I had met 4 hours ago.