He grew up strong during the crucial years of his life when his powers were beginning to show themselves. Maybe that was why what happened, happened, because he was strong and didn’t know his own strength. He’d tried for years to come up with reasons the event took place. Nothing had ever taken place in his mother’s or his grandmother’s lives that was harmful or dangerous – as far as he knew of, anyway. There were things in their lives where he had no reason for prying at them, no matter how small or how large they were. Each of them were respectful of him, too, in that regard. Although his mother would always be his mother in the sense that she was always checking on him, seeing if he was alright, and that there was nothing in his voice to say that he wanted to hurt someone. And when he had hurt someone, she’d been right there to console him – not to berate him or be fearful. That was not a mother’s place, and there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t thank her for that.
But his grandmother had a saying later on in her life: a witch should never be without a coven. In some cases, covens were like second families, people who were understanding and not judgmental. Simple people who would listen and offer advice where applicable. Accepting and kind, though not without a forceful hand if someone was out of line. He only wished he was closer with more of them. Not that he thought less of his relationship with Sloan. He liked her well enough, and considered her to be a friend. There weren’t many around that would just listen anymore. Only a few brave souls from his hometown still talked to him, and fewer still rarely called him. But there were a few that did. Annabelle’s sister was one of them, and hell, he might as well admit it to himself here and now: he missed her, too.
Oscar was a good distraction from his personal life. Always there, always offering a squeak as if to say he was listening. He had a large cage in one spot at Xander’s apartment, just outside his owner’s bedroom door, in fact. Fresh food daily, treats here or there, fresh water, and plenty of exploring around the apartment, all while under the watchful eye of his master. Xander was always cautious about the pet getting into something he shouldn’t, but these days Oscar was comfortable enough in his own space that he didn’t need to explore much. Mostly he ran around with energy Xander had no idea where he had gotten. And he went to bed usually when Xander went to work, and was awake when the witch got home. It worked out, until the witch retired to bed and Oscar played the role of loyal watch-pet. A faithful guard, vigilant and quiet when as was well. “Yeah – I don’t know about you, but I did a lot of research on ferrets before I first got him. He was a little flighty at first, but he settled pretty quickly. And eventually he started warning me of oncoming attacks, something I didn’t have to train him to do. Animals know more than people, I hear.” He said to Sloan, poking the fire again with a stick.
The fire burned quickly as they talked, whether by the gentle prodding against the flames with his magic or merely because it was taking in the oxygen of the free air surrounding them, he didn’t know. Logs had cracked down the centers, each piece falling to either side, and the flames proceeded to engulf the exposed wood. He gave her a smile, looking back up at her, “They are interesting to others, but not necessarily to us as we grow up, hearing them all the time.” His siblings felt the same way – or at least his sister did. Rowena was not a common name in the least. Xander wasn’t, either. And Michael? Well, he had resigned himself to the fact that nothing about him would ever be the least bit interesting. And so far, he’d lived up to that. Heh.
“That is the important part, I think, that he is reliable. He’s pretty trustworthy, too? Not the kind to spike the drugs he sells with other substances?” He’d heard of that being done before. “Before I forget, do you need a ride home? I don’t mind taking you where you need to go when were done talking each other’s ears off.” He smiled at that, too. It was nice to have someone to talk to. “I’ve enjoyed tonight, by the way. It’s nice to have someone to talk to, and I’m glad I didn’t have to be out here alone. Gets a little creepy up here when I am by myself.” Xander could mostly handle his own. A lot of creatures were afraid of fire – at least, non-humanoid creatures were. Against the rest of them? That he didn’t know.