Witch One-on-One {OPEN}

Idk, might be fun

quick clarification, is this in the romance genre?

It could be.

Basics: Two teenage witches find out about each other, and basically have to protect their asshole classmates from the supernatural.

Huh.
I like it.
Um, I support the LGTBQ+ movement, but I don't really like rp'ing it. So, now that I think about it, no romance, really.

Witches can also be male, witch is a general term

ah. well then, in that case…
I'll play the male.

Okay! I'll just make a form real quick

Name:
Age: (Teens please)
Gender:
Looks:
Attire:
Personality:
Sexuality:
Other:
((If I forgot anything, feel free to add it in!))

okie

Name: Jackson Pearl
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Looks: Tall, sandy hair that's swept up in the front, brown eyes
Attire: Meme+vine shirts, single color jackets, jeans and tennis shoes, sometimes wears glasses, always wears a copper ring with the jupiter insignia.
Personality: Upbeat (not optimistic) troublemaker and meme lover
Sexuality: Straight
Other: uhhhhh likes dogs memes and vines

Name: Melody Smith
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Looks: Long, straight brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin and freckles
Attire: An white skirt, over sized light blue sweater, light blue converse high tops, and and a white flower crown
Personality: Sweet, kind, shy, awkward, loyal, weird
Sexuality: Bisexual
Other: Has a pentagram necklace she keeps tucked in her sweater, uses an atheme

Nice! You can start.

Melody walked down the hall, humming to herself

Jackson plugged in his earbuds and lip-synced, not really looking where he was going in the large middle school.

She slipped into her first period class, sitting in the back and checking the pocket she kept her atheme in.

Jackson could've made it into his first class on time if he'd just gone into the right door. Instead, he had to double back, and the bell rang seconds before he walked into the door.
"Sorry," He told the teacher, sliding into a random seat. As he took his earbuds out, he realized he was sitting across from a girly-girl with a white skirt and flower crown. Her perfume was making him sick. Do they really think that stuff makes them attractive? He wondered. It was too late to switch seats.

She hummed, doodling a few sigils on the first few pages of her notebook, glancing up at the teacher to look like she was paying attention. She had zoned out a bit, the teacher's voice merely white noise, and her class mates just figures nearby.

As usual, Jackson wasn't paying attention to the teacher. Instead, he preferred to watch the other students. He went through all of his classmates, his eyes finally landing on the flower crown girl.
One: She's obviously either a brat or a DIY freak. I mean, look at her. Two: Her perfume is going to knock me out if I sit here any longer. Three: Wait…is she… drawing sigils in her notebook?
Jackson looked away, but his eyes kept flitting to the girl's notebook. Yes, they were sigils, and they weren't amateur ones, either. Those were the real deal. He sucked in a sharp breath, opening his own notebook. They couldn't really be her work. She was a crazy wannabe, copying off of some witchcraft book.

She played around with her necklace a bit, looking up again.

Jackson hurriedly looked away, fingering his own ring with the mark of Jupiter, paying sudden attention to the teacher. His thoughts were still on the girl, though. It's kind of weird that a girly-girl like her is practicing wannabe witchcraft,..if it is even fake… He shuddered lightly.

She got up as the bell rang, snapping her notebook shut and tucking her necklace in her sweater as she picked up her bag, pocket with the atheme still open.

Curious, Jackson followed her to their next class, forgetting his textbook. He ran back and got it, got a detention, and class began. He couldn't help glancing back at the girl. He was nearly convinced. Besides, where was the risk? If she was interested in witchcraft that much, it wouldn't hurt to strike up a topic…would it?

She chewed her finger nail absently, staring out the window. Uhg, why can't something mildly interesting happen?

Jackson was wondering just the same thing as the clock ticked by until lunch, when he'd strike up the conversation in the lunch line or something - far away from her friends. He tapped his pencil against his ring nervously.

She walked out, smiling as she headed down to the lunch room

Jackson jumped up, crammed his stuff into his locker, and bounded after her. Walking a few paces behind her, he saw that she was still doodling sigils. Taking a deep breath, he walked up next to her.

She looked up, blinking a bit. "…Hello." She said, confused.

"So…uh…" Crap. Think, Pearl, think! "I saw some sigils in your notebook - I wasn't stalking, I promise-" Nice one. You're a disgrace to the Pearl name. "But, um, I do that kind of stuff, too, and there aren't a lot of people who do."

She perked up, smiling. "Really? I didn't think it was that obvious- oh, well. What's your name, again?"

"Jackson Pearl." He smiled back awkwardly.