I Reincarnated as an NPC Witch

Popping Convenience

Abigail closes her eyes as she puts her hand slowly on the floor. Once she felt like she was in a different place, she slowly opens her eyes. She can see the floor made of darker wood. She looks around as she saw the wall has dark, dingy purple wallpaper. She turns around as she saw the place she wants to be. She was delighted by what she accomplished. She took a deep breath and sighs, “My memory doesn’t let me down.” She stands as she looks around the room. She heard a noise behind her that made her turn her head immediately to where it came from. She saw Cencha on the floor where she teleported on as well. “I hope you’re okay with me following you.” The young witch said as she stands and wipes the dirt on her skirt. “It’s fine. In fact, I need you to identify what things I needed for my witchcraft things. I am not sure if all of them are here. But, I need you to list what do I need and even point out what I am missing. Since this is not my hut at all.”

“I am in your personal witchcraft room?” Abigail nods as Cencha gasps, “I am not worthy, Floral Witch! This is a privilege and I am not worthy for such thing.” The purple-haired girl shakes her head and giggles, “Just help me, okay? Besides, I am not coming back here after we’re done with this. Adventures are waiting for me.” She approached the shelves and starts finding that she didn’t notice the first time she was there. “Are you going to change your place once your adventure is done?” Cencha helped her finding things that could help Abigail in her self-assigned mission. She looks at the young witch, “We don’t know. Many things could happen in months of going after things and surviving through rough times. I might go miles and travel in magnificent places that make me no longer wish to be here. It’s not that bad here in the meadows, it’s just that there are much more beautiful places out there. My lack of knowledge and experience in traveling in this world would push me to stay in peaceful and pretty places. I might not come back here either by my decision or I was forced. My adventures can also introduce me to death, you know?” Abigail sighs, “It’s not something I can avoid. After all, I am not an immortal being. I am just a witch with another word in her title. Adventures bring discovery, exploration, and beauty to your life. But, it can also bring risks, danger, and terrifying memories. It can start your journey and it’s not merciful on stopping it whenever it can.”

She looks at Cencha that seems got saddened by what she said. Abigail was sorry for what she just said. She can’t stop being deep about something sometimes. She sighs and holds her shoulder, “It’s the risk you will take to reach your goal and be able to go places, Cencha. I know you grew in the village for years and possibly haven’t travel that far.” Cencha nods, “I do, Miss Crocus. I never have traveled to the nearby villages. My mom said that people nearby us are people that hunt for witches and warlocks to sacrifice for their god. Besides, the nearest village to us will take a day and a night to even travel to. It’s better not to wander that far. If it’s just not about those weird cult villages, I can go and travel like a mile away! Besides, I am already an adult, a young one, I guess. But, still, the fact remains that I can handle myself better than I was before!”

Abigail smiles as she sets aside the things she has gathered at a table. “Could you check now if I need some of these things?” Cencha approached her with her own haul. They organized what they have at the table. “Most of the things I found are bottles and bottles with things inside them. I am sure these are essential for a witch that has floral in her name.” She points at the bottles of different sizes. “They are but I already have many in here in my bag.” Cencha looks at her sling bag, “You have many options there? Is that an infinite bag or something?” Abigail shakes her head, “I got many things with the help of these handy handkerchieves.” She pulls one and places it on the table. She unfolds it and it reveals the equipment she needed in brewing potion but in small sizes. Cencha gasps, “Woah! That’s so cool. I don’t have those, is this a staple of witches and my mom didn’t tell me, or is it exclusively your ability?” Abigail shrugs, “I don’t know, but they are so handy. I also have extras in here that I brought just to be safe. I have such a small bag that I don’t know if I can handle that many things in it.”

Cencha squeals, “This is so cool! Can it handle many things!?” “Not that much. It depends. You just need to put something on top of this and if it gets covered well by the handkerchieves, it will be absorbed into nothingness. It’s not so powerful that I can pack this whole big cauldron in here. Maybe if it's covered by a magic fabric it will, but I don’t think these handkerchieves will handle that much.” She searches for vacant handkerchieves and lays them down on the table. “According to my potion grimoire, I will not be needing these that much unless I need to do advanced potions. These are also dangerous to take everywhere, so I chose to let them stay. That little bottle in the corner is what they call, according to the book, is a crushed Dragon Flower pollen. I can’t take that since it needs to be in a stable surrounding with not much shaking or it will react. As you can see, it will go to my bag and I don’t think that there will be a more stable place than it going to the shelves to rot for months and months. I just hope I don’t regret not getting some of these in my adventures.”

“It’s your own choice, Miss Crocus! Besides, you’re the one who has mastered your own potion brewing techniques. I am sure you didn’t forget some of those. Because I will be no help at all with that. I am just a simple witch with a simple stitch!” Cencha clears her throat, “That didn’t work at all.” She giggles awkwardly as Abigail just smiles. “How about these things?” She presents her with some containers and opened them. Cencha gasps, “They are going to be used on some summoning spells, Miss Crocus. And, there’s your own very chalk at the corner. Its color is purple!” She gasps once more with that realization, “It’s purple! I never saw purple chalk before. This is so cool and cute!”

Abigail can see some beads on the fancy small chests she presented. She can also see a pair of chalk, one purple and one golden. She can also see small little chains that resemble a modern lace of a necklace. There are also other things that she can’t identify which worry her. She doesn’t know how to use these and can’t even familiarize herself with them. She hopes she doesn’t need to summon anything for a while.

“These are so fancy for such summoning. You must be summoning like the golden falcon, a crystal dragon, and everything majestic! Besides, it’s not that surprising since you are the Floral witch. You might be summoning some flower-related creature, never been seen before!” Abigail closes the two of the fancy containers of the summoning objects. “Should I keep this?” Cencha nods, “Of course! Sometimes, summoning can be very handy for things. Especially, if you are trapped in some hole, you can just summon some flying things and there, you could get out with ease! Thinking of your title, maybe even the terrifying things you can summon is also cutesy!” Abigail rolls her eyes and snickers, “Terrifying things are terrifying.” She puts them on a handkerchief and lets them stay there until they are already finished packing.

“Speaking of magic and things, I haven’t seen your wand yet. You can’t do all of these without your wand!” Abigail giggles, “Do you really need to see it now?” Cencha tilts her head, “Well, I am wondering if you forgot your wand here as well. I mean, I haven’t seen in these magical handkerchieves any sign of a wand nor a fragment of one.” The Floral Witch holds out the pendant of her necklace and shows it to her, “This pendant can transform as my wand. I always bring the wand with me without holding it in my hand.” Cencha’s eyes sparkle, “Wow!”

Abigail decides to show her off more of what she can do as she suddenly pulls the pendant from the necklace. The young witch was surprised by what she did. “You broke your necklace!” She said in concern. But, it fades away as Abigail shows her the wand she’s talking about. She also confirms it was the necklace by showing the centerpiece of the wand. Cencha was surprised by what happened. “That… Is so fricking cool!” She squeals in joy and excitement. “That’s the most magical thing that I have seen. The most magic that ever magic!” She started to mumble words that doesn’t even make sense in her pure excitement and joy. “They didn’t call you a Floral Witch without these cool things!” Abigail just giggles and turns back the wand into a necklace.

“Your wand is different, does it mean your magic is different as well?” She shrugs, “I haven’t seen any more books in these places. Just these weird things on my shelves.” She presents some weird sculptures and even a collection of dried flowers in the frames. “I think those are your collections, Miss Crocus. Unless you are practicing some floral voodoo or something?” Abigail looks at the sculptures awkwardly and puts them back in their places, “I think I don’t.” Cencha giggles as she grabs something on the hat rack in the corner. “And, your hat, Miss Crocus!” Abigail turns as the young witch presents her with a witch hat with flowers on the edge of her hat. She accepts it as she looks at it, observing it from different angles. “I never have seen this before when I first got here—I mean, when I was previously here.” Cencha tilts her head, “Maybe you just didn’t notice it before, Miss Crocus. Which is fine, for such a busy room like this and a busy person like you, you wouldn’t notice things very much!”

Abigail nods as she sets it aside, “I am not a very big fan of hats. I already look like a witch without one.” The blue-haired girl was confused but decides not to question the decision of the witch that she treats like an elder in front of her. “Let’s go to my hut and let’s find things there. There might be important ones that I didn’t even bother to check out before.” She approaches a Ring of Places on the corner that leads to her house. With one touch of a hand, both of them were teleported to the surface. Cencha gasps, “This is such a cozy house!” She said as she starts looking around, not for important things, but on the decoration. Abigail lets her do her thing and starts searching.

Cencha’s curiosity leads her to different parts of her house. She even entered the bedroom and saw a thick book on the desk. “Miss Crocus! I found something.” Both of them approached the book on the desk. It has a fancy purple cover with the words, “Blossoming Magic” on it. “This didn’t exist before, I am sure it didn’t.”