The Littlest Witch
Rhea gets her magic.
WC: 1,045
Who: Rhea, Jonah, and Delia
Written: 09/30/18
When: Summer 2043
Tags: Canon Post
Notes: To be posted in the guild once the Land House thread is put up in the Summer.


At the age of 9, Rhea was confident she hadn’t an ounce of magic in her. After all, most young witches and wizards received their magic early, and even Jonah had discovered he was a wizard by Kindergarten. It seemed Rhea herself was following the path of a squib like her eldest brother, Orion, and that was perfectly fine with her. After all, she had witnessed the effects magic had on their family over the years. She remembered the way her mother and father would argue over Jonah’s magic, how Uncle Joseph would treat him harshly when he was watching the three of them on his own. Sure, magic seemed like it would be great fun, but if she had to choose between living with the tension in her family or running off into the sea, she’d choose the life of a mermaid any day of the week.

Jonah was finally home from Hogwarts, to which Rhea was incredibly thankful for. The past school year had been incredibly lonely, the young girl having settled into a routine of school, ballet classes, and coming home to an empty house. Life as a latchkey child was dreadfully dull. She wasn’t even able to go and play with her friends most days. At least now that it was vacation time she would have both of her brothers around to play with, just like things used to be.

It was a regular Tuesday evening, Jonah was reading a novel on the couch while Rhea practiced her pirouettes, fresh home from ballet. The scent of salmon filled the air as Delia moved about in the kitchen. Rion and Marco still hadn’t made it in yet. As Rhea spun, she hummed a sweet little tune--likely from one of her Disney movies. Was that Sleeping Beauty? Jonah sighed, glancing over to her as he shut his book with a frown. “Rere, do you mind?”

“Mmm? Do I mind what, dear brother?”
“Can’t you do your spins and humming somewhere else…? I’m trying to read.”

Rhea huffed, coming to a stop and finishing in the fourth position. “I’m not spinning. It’s called a pirouette, you uncultured swine.” She rolled her eyes as Jonah snickered.

“I don’t care what it is, you’re making me dizzy. Haven’t you practiced enough?”

Rhea walked around the couch and hopped up from behind, falling back with a ‘plop’ beside her brother to sit upside down. “Well, I mean, yes… But I want to make sure that I’m especially tuckered out tonight.” Jonah arched an eyebrow at her curiously, shifting to sit up properly as he faced her, book moved off to the side on their coffee table. “Especially tuckered out, huh? What for? Are you not sleeping or something?”

“Well, no, it’s not that…” She sighed, “It’s just lately I’ve been waking up in strange places. Like… Last Friday, I woke up in the bathtub. And then a couple weeks ago, I woke up in the back yard. I think I might be sleep walking, so I thought if I’m especially tired, I won’t keep doing that.”

Jonah grinned, and his excited expression seemed to put his little sister on guard. “What?”

“ReRe, don’t you think that seems weird? Like… Mom and Dad lock the doors at night. I don’t think you’d be getting into the backyard so easily, unless…” The way he drew out that last word left Rhea grimacing. She knew exactly where he was going with this, and she certainly did not appreciate it. “So what, you’re trying to imply that I’m magically teleporting--”

“Apparating.”

“--Apparating all over the house, and no one has noticed? How silly. I though we’ve decided that I’m like Rion, not you.”

Jonah caught her ankle as she attempted to kick him in the head. “No, you decided that you’re a squib, but you heard Mum. The odds of that are extremely unlikely.”

“Well, maybe I just lead an unlikely sort of life! You always try and get my hopes up, but what’s the use? Sure, it would be lovely if I were to be a witch and go to school with you, but I am perfectly happy with my dream of becoming the Prima Ballerina Mermaid Princess of the North Sea, thank you very much!” Rhea twisted her body to attempt another kick at her brother and he laughed as he blocked the shot with his forearm. “You’re such a brat.”

“And you are an annoying dumb dummy head! You’re so pushy! Like, what do you expect?” She reached over to the coffee table where Jonah’s wand was lying and took it, using her feet against his chest to push him away when he inevitably tried to take it back. “Rhea, give that back, that’s dangerous!”

“Oh, what’s it going to do? I’m telling you, not a lick of magic.” She held the wand over her head, just out of his reach, and stuck her tongue out at her brother in response to his glare. “If I were a witch, I’d wave this wand right now and turn the walls pink.” She gave a flick of the wand towards the wall, only to yelp as her brother tackled her, a barrage of books flinging themselves from the shelves on top of them.

At the commotion Delia stormed into the room, mixing spoon in hand and looking frantic she she scanned the room for any damage or bodily injuries. “What is happening in here?!” Her jaw dropped as she took in the mess before her. The two bookshelves on either side of the fireplace had been emptied, covering nearly every inch of the floor and seating. Jonah and Rhea poked their heads up over the back of the couch to look at her, appearing to be just as surprised as she was. “Who… What…. Which one of you did this?” She thought Jonah had gotten over this phase, but then… If it wasn’t him, and Rhea was holding a wand… “ReRe?”

Rhea’s expression was as startled as her mothers as she looked between her and the wand and her brother. For once, the little witch had been stunned to silence.

Jonah snatched his wand out of Rhea’s hand and grinned at his mother. “We’ve got another one, Mum!”