“Children, you are all of age and skill to find your witch.” The master witch smiles coolly but not unkindly. “Congratulations. Our first young witch is eager to meet you all. Mr. Kim.” She steps aside and gestures for the boy outside to enter the room.

He’s a nice looking boy, ambling inside with what he probably hopes appears calm confidence. The animal instinct of familiars sense his nerves, though, but they’re excited nerves, and that just feeds their own eagerness and curiosity like growing static.

“Hello. I’m Jongdae,” he greets with a grin. When directed to the front of the room, he joins the teacher and waves to the group. Cats on the desks reach for him with little paws only to shy away when offered a hand.

Baekhyun bounds forward and circles Jongdae. He seems nice! Everyone thinks so. They swarm Jongdae’s feet, but Chanyeol is the one to follow the pull in his chest and drop his forepaws on the witch’s shoulders. He eagerly sniffs Jongdae’s chin and happily his cheek.

The tingling across his flesh erupts to the ceiling, striking the metal light fixtures in a dazzling flash.