a slice-of-life series about a bunch of modern witches sharing an apartment together
Even more?
Have it be a bunch of Millennial witches, and have the series open with them getting a new roommate: a fresh-faced, peppy, enthusiastic Millennial-Gen Z cusp baby witch who, like all baby witches, has so many Expectations about others’ magic.
And all of the older, Millennial witches are just So Over that kind of thing, and their new roommate just keeps trying, bless their little heart.
“Are you guys a coven????”
“Nah, we’re actually all solitary practitioners. I mean, we’ll boost each others wards and we’ve got a bunch of apartment crystals that anyone can use, but for the most part, we do our own shit.”
[sees one roommate adding nutmeg and cinnamon to the curry she’s making] “Ooh, what are the correspondences of those??“
“They… taste good?”
“Is this cat someone’s familiar?”
“Actually, he was my brother’s cat and his wife wanted to get rid of him, so I took him in rather than let him go to the shelter.”
Another roommate chimes in with “He’s actually kind of an asshole. Keeps laying down in the middle of my grids and pushing my quartz out of place.”
Peppy fresh-faced roommate comes into the living room where everyone else is on their laptop or phone: “It’s the full moon tonight, witches!! Anyone have any plans?”
There’s a resounding chorus of “Shit, that’s tonight?”, followed by a group “Eh, oh well”, and everyone going back to their devices.
They see a beautiful arrangement of crystals and candles on the coffee table and figure it’s some kind of apartment altar, so they bring all their tools out and try to do some work there, and someone is like “nah dude, it’s just there for the Witchesthetic™”
They’re trying to laugh off the “apartment altar” incident, so when they see another roommate has a shelf with some POP figurines and candles on it, they go “Let me guess, that’s your altar to Thor and Heimdall?”
“Uh… yeah?”
PLOT TWIST
Just when Peppy, Fresh-Faced Roommate is beginning to get discouraged by how decidedly undedicated their roommates appear to be to their crafts, they witness each one casually doing Real Magic over the span of a few weeks.
Directing beams of visible light with a wand. Having an actual conversation with the asshole cat in the garden one morning. Literally having plants grow towards their hand. Levitating small objects towards themselves so they don’t have to get up to grab them. Drawing a quick sigil and having it sear brilliantly against the paper and disappear.
They confront the other roommates about it, and everyone is so baffled because “wait, we told you we were witches, you said you were a witch, is that not how it works for you?”
“Oh shit, I guess we gotta teach you how it works.”
