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Chaos magic. Crochet couldn't quite believe it. Knit was practicing chaos magic. Crochet knew that she should be able to believe it. Knit was nothing if not an unpredictable witch. But that didn't explain why she was suddenly dabbling in chaos magic.
"I mean, it makes no sense!" she exclaimed to Weaving, her best friend of five years. "Why would Knit take up chaos magic?! She should know that magic is temperamental, and being into witchcraft as she is, she should have done more research! Figured out what she was doing, what she shouldn't risk engaging with!"
"You know, despite the name, chaos magic isn't inherently chaotic or dangerous, Crochet," Weaving said.
"It's witchcraft!" Crochet said, aware of how silly she sounded immediately after she shouted it, and she blushed.
"You're a witch with a divination streak," Weaving (rightfully, not that Crochet would ever admit that aloud) pointed out.
"Weaving! Not the point!" Crochet snapped. "The point is that she's trying to join my coven, and she practices chaos magic! I'm too organized for chaos to come blowing into my life like this! I need a chain of foundations, I can't just cast on whatever spell I want and expect it to work!"
Weaving sighed, apparently done with his best friend. "Look, Crochet. You're not in charge of the coven. If Knit wants to join, that is well within her rights. And if she becomes a part of it, take it up with Spinning. They're the one who runs the coven, after all."
"Easy for you to say, you're almost never at the coven's meetings," Crochet sulked.
"I work retail, Crochet," Weaving said, sighing louder. He shook his head and held his hands at his sides. "We all gotta make a living, Chet. You know this better than anyone. And it's not the end of the world if Knit joins the coven. I'll come to the meetings more often at first to try and stop the two of you from fighting, but I can't do that forever. You need to get Spinning to listen to your concerns, if you're really so worried."
"Spinning won't listen. They started with chaos magic, too. But they grew out of it!" Crochet added before Weaving could interrupt. "They decided they didn't want to deal with potential consequences of chaos magic going awry!"
"You know, Spinning didn't want you to join the coven, at first. They were too afraid of what spirits you might accidentally channel through your tarot and your divination. But they agreed to give you a chance. See what potential you had. And they were right to give you that chance, because you're one of the strongest witches in the coven. Knit could end up the same way. You just need to give her a chance."
Crochet continued to pace, muttering darkly under her breath. "Witchcraft," she muttered. "Chaos magic is witchcraft! And not in a good way!"
Weaving just sighed. "Well, you'd better tamp it down, Chet, because the next meeting is this Saturday evening, and Knit is gonna be there."
That Saturday, Crochet was practically fuming as Knit walked in, chains jangling on her bag, which was covered in pins. She sat down next to Crochet and sent her a grin, her nose scrunching in the process. Crochet suddenly understood why Knit had to deal with a lot of guys going after her; she looked downright adorable.
Don't forget what she's capable of, Chet, Crochet chastised herself. She spied a pin on Knit's bag and did a double-take. "DnD?" she asked before she could stop herself, pointing at the D20 pin on Knit's bag.
"Yes! You play?" Knit asked, eyes lighting up.
"When I get the chance, yeah! It's been a while since I've had a group," Crochet said, eyes wistfully gazing into past memories.
Knit laughed. "You know, you're welcome to join my group, if you want."
"Oh, I don't know..." Crochet trailed off. Knit really didn't seem all that scary, and Crochet had been longing for the opportunity to play DnD. "...If you're certain it's not an issue...?"
"I've been trying to start a new group that's more open to unconventional practices anyway," Knit said with a shrug. "I'm more than happy to add you."
Crochet gave a soft, shy grin. "You're not bad, Knit."
"And you're not nearly as formidable an opponent as Spinning warned me you might be," Knit laughed. "Here I thought you didn't like me."
"I don't agree with your practicing chaos magic, exactly, but I do think you're an okay person," Crochet admitted.
Knit nodded. "You know, divination scared me when I didn't understand it, too. I think it's all about learning your limits, you know? Figuring out that I can't hex people into oblivion with sigils might ease your worries a bit."
Crochet hummed. "I wasn't strictly worried about that..." she trailed off, embarrassed. She could feel Weaving's eyes on her as he entered the room and she admitted, "I might have let my biases...get the better of me."
Knit laughed. "It happens to the best of us," she said with an easy-going grin. "But hey, when we build your character for DnD, I suppose that we could talk about witchcraft, too? Teach each other some things. I suspect that if we grabbed coffee in that little hole-in-the-wall-cafe that sells dice sets as well as caffeine, we could find a common ground really fast."
"I suspect...you're right," Crochet said slowly. "Not that I'm happy about it. If you're always right, I'll grow tired of you rather quickly."
"Oh, I'm far from perfect, Crochet," Knit laughed. "And I'll admit I haven't the faintest how you can do divination without fear. It's witchcraft, to me, in the sense of not understanding the first thing that goes into the practice. But you seem to get good results. I wouldn't mind learning more about it."
"It's a deal," Crochet said confidently, sticking out her hand.
Knit shook it solemnly. Spinning walked in with a sigh and said, "I finally got us the space to ourselves. Embroidery, how's the minutes?"
"Ready and waiting to keep track!" Embroidery chirped.
Spinning ran a hand through their hair. "Great," they sighed, relief evident in their voice and their face. "Now, we have a new member of the coven to introduce, don't we?"
Knit perked up and Crochet couldn't help but smile. Weaving ribbed her lightly and Crochet stuck her tongue out at Weaving. He could gloat all he wanted...later. Right now, Crochet just wanted to pay attention to the introduction Knit would give the coven...and the ritual for accepting her into their circle. Maybe later they could even figure out a way to collaborate or make spells and intentions together.