Hocus Pocus

Chapter 2: Meet Max Dennison

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Present Day

"Poor Thackery Binx. Neither his father, his mother, nor anyone else, ever knew what became of him those 300 years ago."

A woman dressed in a witch costume stood in front of a high school class retelling the story of the Sanderson Siblings.

"And so, the Sanderson Siblings we're hanged by the Salem townsfolk. Now, there are those who say that on Halloween night, a black cat, and the spirit of Winston's lover, (Y/n), still guard the old Sanderson house, warning off any who might make the witches come back to life!"

The teacher threw a black ribbon at some students and they jumped back and screamed a bit before laughing.

All the students applauded at her performance. All except one student. Max Dennison. He was a teenage boy with short brown hair and was wearing a tie dye shirt and writing something on a piece of paper.

"Gimme a break." He muttered.

The teacher heard him and looked down at him with a frown.

"Uh-huh...we seem to have a skeptic in our midst. Mr. Dennison, would you care to share your California, laid back, tie-dyed, point of view?" She asked.

One girl in the back glanced up from her desk and her (e/c) eyes fell on Max.

"Okay. Granted that uh, you guys here in Salem are all into these black cats and witches and stuff."

"Stuff?" The teacher repeated, making everyone in the class groan.

"But everyone knows that Halloween was invented by the candy companies. It's a conspiracy." Max shrugged, and the class gasped.

"It just so happens that Halloween is based on the ancient feast called All Hallows' Eve." A girl with long blonde hair corrected. "It's the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to Earth."

The class clapped for her speech, as well as the girl in the back.

"Well said Allison." The teacher praised.

Max wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

"Well in case Jimmy Hendrix shows up tonight, here's my number."

The class 'oohed' as the bell rang, and all the students got up to leave. Max smiled at Allison and she gave a small smile back as she walked away.

The guy sitting behind her came up to Max. "Max. Fat chance." He said.

Once he left, Max scrambled to get his things, and as he turned to leave, he bumped into a girl, making her stumble back.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Max apologized.

"Oh, no. It's-it's fine." She quietly replied.

"Uh, I'm Max. Max Dennison."

"I know. I'm (Y/n)." She introduced.

"Oh, like the story." Max commented.

The girl nodded.