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You really didn’t mean to summon him
The old book you found in your grandmother’s attic just seemed so authentic, and you hadn’t known there was another witch in the family, so you were excited
You flipped through the pages, roughly translating the Latin from the little you knew (“my grandma knew Latin?”)
Settling on one with a few words in the title that you knew, you set about making the circle to bring you a friend. Or, as you hoped the translation intended, a nice familiar. The neighborhood cats weren’t as friendly as you hoped, hopefully you’d get a crow or maybe even a lizard. You’d settle for a dog, even.
After saying the words (three times. Like the books said) you certainly felt.. something. So much so that you worried you’d have a small crowd of animals at your back porch when you went downstairs.
You shook the feeling off after glancing out the attic window, there was nothing there and you were just a little bit disappointed.
A bit later you were washing dishes when a sudden voice made you nearly jump from your skin
“Listen I get that you’re lonely and all, but can we please not play Scrabble this time? I’m tired of only using English.”
He glanced at you, looking bored as he picked at his claws, “oh. You’re not the old woman. Did you break into this house to do the dishes?”
After a moment of shock passed, understanding washed over you, and then a small amount of guilt. The summoning was for a friend, and your grandmother was lonely.
“She’s.. Gone. She left me the house, I didn’t mean to--”
“I see” the creature said, standing from his casual seated position at the kitchen table and moving toward you. He was terrifying, all shadowy limbs and sharp teeth and wings, but he had nice eyes you decided and his face you would dare even say was handsome, even with those teeth gleaming at you.
“And what did you seek from this summoning, sweet thing?” he purred, a dark clawed finger coming up to trace your jaw. He was old, and no fool, young people looking for companionship often wanted him for more intimate needs than board games. And you were quite lovely.
“I, uh.. I was hoping for a cat or something.”
“A cat?”
“I wanted a familiar, I must have translated it wrong. I really am sorry”
“Oh” his posture relaxed some, and he looked down at you curiously, “You didn’t want me to have sex with you?”
“What?! Is that what people usually summon you for?!”
“Well, they used to, a few hundred years ago.. Not so much any more.”
“Anyway, uh, sorry for dragging you here. Is there something I have to say to let you go?”
His eyes glinted mischievously, and he grinned at you, “You have to kiss me”
“You’re joking.”
“Am not”
You sighed, trying to sound more disappointed than you actually were. The thought of kissing the handsome creature made your heart race, and not from fear, “bring it on, I guess”
And suddenly he was on you in a flourish of dark wings as he swept you into his arms, mouth capturing yours for a frenzied moment.
“God, you didn’t do that to my grandmother, did you?” you shuddered at the thought
“No, she simply had to tell me goodbye and I went. You know how to find me. Sweet thing, I hope to see you again.” he said, before vanishing with a puff of dark smoke
“Oh, fuck you. Jerk.”
You went upstairs and marked the page in the spellbook.