Smoke, Fog, and Haze.

HARRY

I’ve been having the same reoccurring dream, for months. I’m standing in a wide open clearing, and the sky is so dark, I can feel the storm coming inside my bones. I don’t really know what’s happening, but I feel that I know what I’m doing, and why I’m doing it. I’m fighting. I’m fighting so hard, and I see her. Across the field, she stands in a white dress and black combat boots, an angel. The wind flings the material around her ankles, and her long brown hair whips her face, but she doesn’t seem to care. I feel her calling me out, I can’t hear it, but I know that she’s calling to me. And knowing that I can’t reach her, at least not yet, it weighs me down. And then I’m awake.

Living as a part of an all male coven isn’t easy, so I chalked the dreams up to that. But they felt all too real, all too intense. I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, my new bed, in my new room. The three other members of my coven, and my childhood best friends, Niall, Louis and Liam, were in the new house with me, in their own respective rooms. Our parents were all well respected spell castors, in England that is. They made it well known to us that we would be the last living members of our coven, but we didn’t like to think about that much. Until our parents died. A car crash, on the way home from a delightful trip they had all taken. We were all affected, but it was one of those things we didn’t talk about much. Something our parents talked about a lot was finding a true home. A true place for our coven to take roots and become whole, where it could continue for generations in peace and succession. We’d tried almost everywhere, including New Orleans, but the French Quarter witches didn’t take too much of a liking to us. And now here we were, in Abingdon. Liam found out his dad had this house when the wills of our parents were reviewed. We figured there had to be a reason that he had it, so we decided we’d try it out. Couldn’t be worse than the Quarter. And to blend into casual, southern society, we’d have to attend casual, southern school, and today was our first day. Exciting, isn’t it?

Monday, 8:14 am.

“Good morning fellas.” I said as I stepped into the kitchen. All the boys were ready, eating various breakfast. Niall with a bowl of cereal, Louis with pancakes, and Liam with some eggs and bacon. I settled for toast.
“A new day, a new dawn.” Louis muttered with a mouth full of pancakes.
“A new life.” I retorted.
“Who knows if this one will work out?” Niall questioned.
“How could it not?” Liam answered, “My dad had this house for a reason, maybe the coven was here before.”
“Whatever.” Niall dismissed, “Let’s just get like, the 50th first day over with.”
“I have faith about today, and this town, so should all of you.” I said finishing my toast. They all grumbled a response.
“Cmon, let’s get outta here.” I said checking my watch. We all grabbed our backpacks and hopped into our shared Jeep, also Liam’s dads. It was old and rickety and made a big whooping sound when you started it up, but she worked. We drove to school, without the scenic route, because there wasn’t really one in this tiny southern town. All in silence, first days weren’t things we talked about much either. It may sound like we don’t talk about a lot of things, but despite that, we were brothers, and we all knew we didn’t have to talk about anything to prove it. I found a parking lot fairly quickly. As we all hopped out I spotted two girls a few cars away, one of them I could see clearly. Long dark hair, porcelain skin, and dark clothing. Her friend, in a simple pair of jeans, I couldn’t see. I only saw the back of her body bouncing away, chatting to her friend. I didn’t know who she was, but I was immediately drawn to her.
“Good luck.” I said to the boys.
“See ya at lunch!” Liam called out as he walked away. We all made our way to our first period classes. I stepped into mine and found a seat towards the back of the class. I kept my head low. And that’s when I heard it.

“Lena Winters?” The teacher called out.
“Here.” I heard a response. I looked over, and there she was, the girl from my dreams. I didn’t know her face, or who she was, but I knew she was the one. I heard the teacher call out my name and I mumbled a response. I saw her face shift to a confused expression, and then, she was looking right at me.

Notes

Howdy. This story is gonna have everyone’s POV btw.