Tic crossed his arms and smirked.
“You’ve been keeping my hair-”
“Full, and lush, and brown.” Tic emphasized every syllable. “Awe…just like you.” Jacob beamed at him.
“I’m taking that as a compliment.”
“Please do. I think you’re handsome as fuck.” Jacob responded. “Damn straight.” Tic laughed.
“So you’re a witch like me?” Jacob asked.
“Technically no. My abilities aren’t powerful enough to qualify as a
witch. I can’t do anything that outlandish. Just simple glamours and basic
appearance shifts. I’m sensitive to energy but all I can really do is change
small things here and there. Nothing major. I don’t even have a
companion…Speaking of-” Tic pointed to Teddy who nodded. “Yeah. He’s a bit of a giveaway.” Jacob sank back into his chair. “Well, oddly enough he suits you.” Tic responded.
“I like this one. You should keep him.” Teddy responded looking
chuffed.
“This is amazing. There’s so much to tell you! I just found out I was a
witch like two days ago!” Jacob exclaimed.
“And yet you already can’t shut up about it.” Tic responded. “You need
to be more careful about that. Not everyone is all gung-ho about these
things you know.”
“Sorry…” Jacob said as he sat back in the chair.
“Congratulations my friend. I’m very happy for you and your coming
out. But I have less than an hour, and I came in early for you so now we
get to work.”
11
English Tea.
After his haircut Jacob admired himself in the reflective window of a jewellery store.
“Is it too radical?” Jacob asked Teddy.
“It suits you.” Teddy responded.
“But…He gave me streaks.” Jacob fretted. “Look! I have blond in my hair!”
“It suits you. You’re a witch now. You deserve to look good sometimes.” Teddy peered at Jacob fussing with his reflection. “One day you might potentially look good. Until then, we polish the turd until it sparkles.”
“You always know just what to say.” Jacob stood back and frowned.
