Chapter 1 : Failure.

Virgil has failed again.

He had tried to destroy the city with a destroying curse but of corse, the hero nicknamed 'Prince', but he knew as Roman stopped him again.

Virgil would never admit to his mother and father, or his brother that he was glad Prince stopped him, because they'd possibly kill him.

No witch was good. Yes, Virgil was a witch.

He wore the stereotypical witch attire.

The witch wore a black, pointed witch's hat, a long black cloak, with had a purple lining in both items of clothing, a plain black shirt and black pointed shoes with a slight heel and purple underneath and some dark, navy blue jeans. His hair was dyed a bright purple and wore heavily applied black eyeshadow under his eyes.

The poor witch was riddled with anxiety and wasn't good and the being evil thing. If anything he tried to help as many people as possible.

For example, he has secretly helped Prince save his crush, Patton Crofters, from his brother, fittingly called Deceit.

Deceit Copperhead - god Virgil hated his last name - was a sneaky, lying witch. When the boys where young, Deceit tried a spell, which backfired on him, leaving him with half of his face littered with green scales, a yellow snake eye and fangs, leaving him to constantly talk in lies - which was good for him since he loved them. He wore similar clothes to Virgil, with the noticeable difference of the lining color - yellow - and a black bowler hat and yellow gloves.

Deceit was an evil witch, who deserved every ounce of pain he got.

Sighing, Virgil decided he didn't want to face his disappointed parents and his teasing brother, he decided to waste time, he'd go for a fly.

He took on his broom stick. There was no makes like in Harry Potter, it was any broom you could find of in lots of cases, making it.

Virgil made his, out a thick tree branch he trimmed and shinned, smoothing it out to get rid of splinters, even though it was still bumpy and the tip had this big kink in, it sufficed and did it's purpose. He collected bristles from horn tusks and tied them together with brown leather, casting a flying enchantment over it for use.

He swung his leg over the broom and sat as comfortable as possible, he held onto the tip with both hands.

"Moonlight, come here girl." He said in his rough voice.

Moonlight was his stereotypical black cat, with purple under the eyes, on the pads of her feet and on the tip of her tail.

She walked over and sat on the end of the broom.

Virgil kicked up off his dirty floor and flew out, at 2:40 am and flew over the town that never sleeps.

New York City.