I hadn't been having the best couple of days. One can tell by my hair. I had unceremoniously thrown it back into a ponytail instead of taking the usual painstaking route of straightening it. So, my friend Kieran thought a day out would be good for me. After dropping off Lore at a local bookstore, we headed out to the Galleria, which is the high-end mall of the area. What were we there for?
So much chocolate. We ended up getting a chocolate shake, which was delicious with its tiny, tiny little chocolate bits in it. They stuck to the sides of my mouth and melted. Sweet delicious melting.
Witchcraft if I ever saw it.
I was looking for something new to read in the magick department, so we hit up a couple of bookstores before going to the rather large Half-Price Books in Dallas. It was there that Kieran and I split up, and I teetered over to the Metaphysics and Magick section to see if they had anything interesting available.
When I turned the corner, there was a young girl sitting on the floor, right in the corner of the section I was browsing in. Since she wasn't in the area I was trying to look at (yet), I ignored her. However, she spoke up first.
“Am I in your way?” She asked.
“No, you're fine,” I stated off-handedly, waving towards her so she knew she was all right. I was trying to concentrate on what I was looking at (what had I been looking at?), but my eyes kept drifting towards her hands, watching her pick at some of the books. Admittedly, I was being a bit of a vulture, but she looked to be in my target demographic for the blog so I was watching to see what she was reading.
Watching. I felt like such a creeper.
She eventually scuttled away, and I moved into the spot she'd been occupying to finally get back to what I was doing—right. Looking for a book on magick theory. I looked over to she she had approached an older woman, and she said, “mom”, so...
I thought it was rather interesting, seeing that her mom was here with her. Not at the bookstore, actually in the magick section with her. It completely blew my mind. I wanted to strike up a conversation with Pixie (yes, I already gave her a naaaame, due to her haircut—which was so adorable--)
I should of just complimented her then and just upped the creeper factor.
Regardless, she finally made her way back over to me. Perhaps it was to put a book away, or get another one—I couldn't tell you. That was because I was wondering how to approach her and strike up a conversation. One that didn't sound stupid. My self-confidence was rather on the low side this week so my usual suave tendencies were out the window. I must of used it up at my past two modeling shoots.
But this was a test: how did you strike up a conversation with another (potential) witch? There were many questions I could of asked, in hind sight. In fact, I was laughing on the way home from the bookstore when I told Kieran how I idiotically opened up the conversation. It went a lot like this, actually:
Pixie: [ doing something in my general vicinity. This was when my mouth decided to act without my brain's permission ]
Me: Excuse me, um... how old are you?
How old are you?
How old are you?
...Did I seriously just say that?
Wooooow. I was just hitting all 10s today in being a complete weirdo. It sounded like I was trying to pick her up at a bar or something! But it was too late by then. I'd said it, and now I was just hoping she didn't look at me oddly and go, “Mooooom...?”
Pixie seemed to take it coolly enough. “Sixteen,” She answered. Yes! Score one for University Witch!
“Oh!” I remarked, and tried to smooth it all over casually. “You just looked so much older!” Yes, save yourself while you can, Soull.
We did get to talking, and I got to use my card (second time that day!), but her mother eventually came over to talk, as well as Kieran. We stood around chatting for a good hour or so, and I realized, after giving Pixie's mother my card and email as well, that I felt really good about myself. I kind of felt like I learned something too.
Us witches don't have to be solitary.
It just takes one brave step forward to find others.
The meeting was enough of a good thing to get my mind off of some stuff, and really, that was the point of the day, wasn't it? I even got an interesting book out of the deal.