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When it came to holy water, Philip was the type of child who made his own homemade version at home.
The process of making the water was simple.
He filled a wooden cup with river water and then said a simple prayer to bless it. Once he was finished praying, holy water was created.
Unfortunately, Philip was also the type of child who often got into trouble for going around town and testing his holy water out on people to see if they would dissolve.
...
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
Caleb would ask his little brother sternly while both arms were crossed, the teen clearly unhappy with Philip's actions.
"..."
The youngest Wittebane was unsure how to respond to Caleb's question as he continued to stare at his brother, his expression a mixture of genuine confusion and innocence.
Did he do something wrong?
Philip turned his gaze to the wooden cup in his grasp before returning his gaze to Caleb.
"..."
"Philip!" Caleb hissed out as water splashed onto his face without delay.
"What, Caleb?" Philip smiled broadly at his brother's frown while shrugging, a giggle swirling around his words.
"You should be happy that you didn't melt. It means you're not a witch!"
"..."
Caleb could only manage a small sigh as he now needed to dry his face off.