Classes were rather slow today. I’d say fridays are like that, but they rarely are. Usually every single teacher (professor?) gives us five hundred assignments for the weekend, or the following week in general. Like most of their students don’t end up finishing all the work right before the deadline anyway.

Today was rather slow because we had bunch of lectures on proper handling of unhuman creatures. Which is pretty much “just don’t!”. With drugs, at least they make us do skits, where we refuse to give into peer pressure or something.

Witches always make me uneasy.

It’s not even about how illegal witchcraft is. Most witches are homeless, since you can’t really prove much when a person doesn’t have any… magical instruments? Do witches still use wands? Is that still a thing? I'm honestly not sure why they don’t lock up all those homeless witches that sit in the alleyways, always lurking in the shadows. The government seems not to care about how dangerous they are, with all that “stealing people’s souls” stuff.

Outside of boring lectures for bored students.

Sure, they say they cannot just arrest all homeless, but it’s not actually hard to tell regular people and witches apart. There is something in their eyes… it feels like they are just glass and something is very alive behind it. Even when they sit still there is something restless about them, brimming with energy. There is something terrifyingly primal and wild about witches. Like they are more of a force of nature confined to a human shaped husk than anything else.

Force of nature. Like elementals, I guess.

I remember, when I was small, I thought all witches were elementals. And I thought they were so cool! People with magical powers, who can control nature itself! Like superheroes.

Aaaaaand then I found out they aren’t really human, steal souls, cause misfortune and are general forces of chaos.

Even though I usually don’t really notice witches on my way home past some flashes of movement where there is none -we live in a wealthy neighborhood and all of that - today I saw a lot. I think it’s called frequency illusion, or something like that. I should look it up, probably.

Even with how uneasy they make me feel, I cannot condone that they aren’t really arrested. Once someone is known not to be human, they don’t really get treated like ones. Truth be told, they don’t get treated like animals either. Animals get mercy when put down.

And, I know, that, with how I talk about them, many would make me out to be a sympathizer. But it’s hard not to sympathize when those creatures look so human. I know they are not. They operate so differently than we do. And yet.

When I got home, I discovered that M let loose his stupid bird INSIDE THE HOUSE. It not only broke some pretentious decorations mom set up to impress guests, but also tried to eat Oliver. Get away from my bunny you stupid bird. He’s like, actually bigger than you. How would you even eat him. Stupid bird. Stupid. And he didn’t even try to apologize, douchebag.

Obviously, Mom was furious. She was never found of the bird in the first place, and every time M does stupid stuff like that I can feel her desire to cook it.

I closed the door to my room but I still somehow heard the shouting match downstairs.