Chapter Four: Finn Three days after I accepted dads request, I am back at work. My friend finn is too. He is my best friend, and we've known each other since second grade. "Morning, Violet. The typewriter came in today. Looks way old." Finn gestures to a pedestal where a silver and black typewriter stands, majestic and beautiful. Awestruck, I run my hands over the silver keys, tracing each one. I was marveled at how good it looks. "Damn, this has to be expensive. Too bad I can't use it." I step away with a slight frown. I'm a writer, and I hate using a computer. I wrote #poems, and I have gained some fans. "Violet? Your cats here. Why is he, and why is he staring at me?" I stop dead in my steps. Orion wouldn't DARE show up in a Normal setting. I hope to hell he doesn't talk. I walk over to the storefront and find Orion, paws under, purring on a table with trinkets. I am so going to kill him tonight. "Orion, shoo! Go home!" I pick him up by his belly and whisper fiercely, my voice growling, "You are SO dead! What the hell are you doing here!" he hisses and scratches my left cheek. He leaps onto the counter, and says loudly and very slowly, "My name is Orion of the Saints. I am a class nine Chymaera. My Current form is my main disguise." I am furious by this point. You see, from second grade until now, Finn never knew I was magical. I look at Finn, and his eyes are the size of planets right now. "Violet? Why did your cat just talk? Is he really what he says he is?" "Yes. He is really a Chymaera. I am a Wiccan. I can do magic, perform feats no one else can, and... I understand if you hate me. I've been one my whole #life." I stand by the door, ready to leave if I have to. Finn looks up, his eyes searching within my very soul. He walks up to me, his lips parts slightly, and he pulls me to him, so closely I can count the freckles on his face. I take one look, and press my lips to his. We hold like this for what seems a heavenly eternity. I am elated. There's nothing that would make this day better. Except one thing. We break apart, and I say quickly, "come to Burma with me. I need you. My dad needs us. I Love you." I rest my head on his chest, and he kisses my hair. He whispers Into my ear, "I'll go anywhere, love. I love you, Violet. I always have." I smile, and say, "Good, we're leaving tomorrow. Early, so you can stay over." the shop door opens suddenly, and I resume my work instantly.