How to Become a Witch in Ten Easy Lessons – (1/2)-A CS Modern Fantasy AU

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Rating: T for Teen

Word Count: Approx 10K+

Summary: Emma Swan leads a quiet, solitary life, that is until a tragedy saddles her with three recently displaced orphans. Three recently displaced orphans who make quick work of discovering one of the reasons for her solitude and threaten to confirm the rumors swirling around town about her, unless she can do something to help them, something that will require the assistance of mysterious Professor.

Notes: A birthday gift for the wonderful @phiralovesloki though I’m having so much fun writing it it’s really a gift to me, which is typical of her I think. I hope your birthday is filled with magic and lots of cake, you deserve tons of both. You are a bright spot in this fandom and I absolutely adore you.

Though knowledge of neither is required, loosely based on a dream she had and influenced by the Disney movie Bedknobs and Broomsticks which was the first thing I thought of.

And finally my love and thanks to my instrumental wifey @caprelloidea for making this better and generally being the best person in the world. 

On AO3

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The little yellow bug puttered to a stop in
front of him, the engine dying with one final shudder and a startling, but not
wholly unexpected, bang. The poor, unfortunately colored thing had been on its
last legs for years now, yet she refused to let it go, a ridiculous vehicle for
a very serious woman. The serious woman in question eyed him warily as she got
out, one hand resting on the top of the door.

“How are they?” Emma asked, her eyes flicking to
the glass doors of the station, as if trying to catch a glimpse that could
answer her question before she actually had to face them in person.

“A bit shaken up no doubt, but the good doctor
cleared them. No signs of injury. Which is good news,” Graham rocked back on
his heels. “Some of the sisters weren’t so lucky. Burnt pretty bad from what I
hear.”

Emma slammed the door of the bug closed with
perhaps a bit more force than necessary, equal parts frustrated by the situation
and afraid of it.

“And the home?”

He made a sympathetic clicking noise with his
mouth as he reached around her to get the door.

“A smoking pile of rock by this point.”

“Damnit,” Emma took a deep breath, stepping over
the threshold into the dim lobby beyond.

She had hoped that there was still some part of
it that was salvageable.  The fire department had been battling valiantly
when she’d been called to another scene, Graham offering to stay behind. It was
after hours now, the only light peeking out from the office in the back, the
rest of the station shut down for the night.

“And you’re positive no one else can take
them in?” Emma asked desperately, one final plea for good measure. They had
been over this hours ago, a stilted discussion across the walkies, but it
didn’t hurt to check.

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