NightcrowX

"Hey (Y/n)! Want some monster?" "Hmm?" You looked up from your book, slightly annoyed. This was the fifth time you were interrupted. The first time Loki and Thor wanted your opinion on who was better looking. Then Steve wanted to know what Nintendo was. Natasha misplaced her keys to something and demanded you move so she could check if it was in the couch. And Clint kept running in the room flapping his arms and screaming "Caw caw motherfucker" at you. His words sounded a bit slurred so you assumed he was drunk. Bruce was the only one who had enough respect for you to know not to interrupt while you were reading. "Want some monster? The e

     You trudged through the halls of the DWMA in your favourite pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and a graphic tee. You had your head buried in your sketchbook, doodling a picture of a fox. It was only your first day and already people were making fun of you. Your mother had been a witch, so you had some magical power in you as well. However, the only thing you could do (that you could figure out, anyway) was turn into your animal – a fox. The kids at school bullied you about it, calling you evil and a dirty animal. You weren't, obviously, if Lord Death had let you attend here. Your soul was purple-ish blue with fox ears etched on it. It w