After the greetings were made, along with a quick hug between Caitir and Elspeth, the four witches wandered into the home. James sat silently, observing the situation. They were discussing things he had no knowledge of, places he’d never been, people he’d never met, but all the same he kept his attention drawn on them. There was a strange yet comforting aura to seeing yet more of this side to Elspeth, if not witches in general. It made his current living situation feel much more human (for lack of a better term), and there was something altogether fascinating about seeing how this alien world of magic functioned quite similarly to that of his old life.
After about two to three minutes of chatter, the girls walked over to where James was patiently sitting. Though a small part of him had expected them to be shocked or even appalled by his amphibious presence, James was not surprised in the least when they treated his company as just another run-of-the-mill experience. As far as he was concerned, an average witch’s home contained far more unusual things than himself.
“Oh, El, you got a toad?”, Caitir inquired pleasantly. “Did you find him or did you buy him in town?”
Elspeth chortled merrily. “Actually, girls, this is James. He’s a new friend. Say ‘hello’, James.”
“Hello.”
The three witches, unsurprisingly, were hardly shaken by this turn of events. In a bored tone, Morag spoke up. “Was he always a toad, or-?”
“He was a human, yes. I bought him from-”
Before Elspeth could even finish, Caitir spoke up. “Oh, El, that’s cruel! What about his family? What about his friends? Did he consent to this?”
Elspeth exhaled, as if expecting this reaction from the gentle girl, and began to get into a calm yet conversation with her about the morality of the situation. As they spoke, James was distracted by three things: one, the fact that he had so far very much enjoyed being with Elspeth, the experience in the bathtub and the memories of her youthful, naked body not being the least of his reasons for it. Second, he began to wonder about his family, which he hadn’t really considered until now. He wasn’t exceptionally close with his parents or siblings, but the idea still lingered regarding how they’d react to his disappearance. As for his job, as he was miserable there and was only earning money for himself; a life with Elspeth seemed leagues less taxing and more interesting.
Third, the set of large breasts being hung in front of his face.
While Elspeth and Caitir were busy verbally sparring as Morag looked off into the distance, wholly uninvested, Eilidh had taken it upon herself to lean forward, getting a closer look at James. This, in turn, had subsequently given James a closer look at her, though only a specific part of her body. James felt his face warm up, and he croaked quickly in response. Eilidh chuckled, as if being able to read his thoughts (a fair possibility given how little James knew about these magic users’ skills), causing her chest to bounce ever slightly. James felt guilty for staring for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that he felt he was turning his back on Elspeth, but at the same time he couldn’t look away, encapsulated by an entirely different, more evolutionary form of magic.