there’s something to be said for nights in. nights with friends and siblings and lovers spent wrapped up in blankets, on balconies, in bedrooms, on sofas… putting the world on pause for those you care about. but there’s also something to be said for nights out. nights with those very same people in streets, parking lots, crowded cars, music turned high or playing low… where the world is in motion all around you.
🌙 Your moon cycle (also known as your period). If you’re into the self-love side of witchcraft and want to focus more on your body and it’s wants and needs, you might want to think about keeping track of your period. You can then create spells, rituals and meditations that correspond with the moon phase and day(s) that you’re menstruating. <— this is obviously for those that are menstruating.
🌻 Your garden. If you have a garden (even if it’s just 3 little baby herb plants in your window, hey a garden is a garden) keep track of how well your plants or herbs are doing. Write down when you water them, how much sunlight (and moonlight, if that’s your thing) they got. You could even write down any emotional vibes you’re getting from your garden.
🔮 Your spells and rituals. Keeping track of your spells doesn’t just help you remember when you did what spell and what it was for, but it also allows you to go back and write in how well that spell worked out for you. And if it worked out well, because you kept track of it, you’ll know how to use it again in the future.
💰 Witchy buys. This is important if, like me, you tend to do a little bit of overspending on all the witchy supplies. But since I started to keep track of what I’m buying, using and not using, I’ve saved a ton of money on unnecessary things.
🙏 Gratitude. Keep a growing list of all the things you’re grateful for. It’s great to look back on in the future and it helps you keep perspective of your own life and spiritual journey.
🍵 Your tea. Okay, this is just something I do but I love to keep track of all the different teas I try. I think tea is considered a very witchy drink and therefore some of us are a little more serious about our tea drinking lol. But I just love taping in the little packaging, that my tea came in, into my journal and writing a little bit about it and how it made me feel and what it made me think about.
🌦️ The weather. This is important, to me, because I believe the weather can affect us and how we feel, think and behave. I like to have a record of what the weather was like when I casted a spell, did a ritual or did a reading so I can go back later and see if I feel that might have affected the outcomes.
Harry gave Draco a skeptical look as the blond blew his nose for the seventh time since he had entered the room five minutes ago.
“Right,” Harry said, clicking his tongue.
“I am not sick,” Draco growled. He turned his back to Harry and made his way to the sofa, plopping down on it.
“Draco, there is no shame in being sick.”
“I am not- not- Achoo!”
Harry handed Draco another tissue before sitting down next to him. He lifted his hand and gently put it on Draco’s forehead.
“Oh, you’re burning up.”
“I’m not,” Draco said, pushing Harry’s hand away. “Besides, I feel cold.”
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You’re obviously running a fever. Maybe I should call Hermione. I’m sure she could cure you of-”
“I don’t need her. I don’t need anything,” Draco interrupted him. “I am perfectly fi- fi- Achoo!”
Harry let out a sigh and shook his head.
“At least lie down and rest for a bit?”
Draco gave him a dark look that didn’t last for long.
“Well… I am a little tired.”
“Alright then,” Harry said, making room for Draco to lie down. He summoned two blankets from their bedroom and tucked his boyfriend in.
“There,” Harry said soothingly. “Sleep it off, okay?” He stroked Draco’s hair who nodded weakly before his eyelids fluttered shut.
After making sure Draco was fast asleep, Harry went into the kitchen to prepare something for Draco to eat when he woke up. He knew just what to do.
Two hours later, when Harry went back to the living room, a vase and several books were floating in mid-air, right above Draco’s head. Harry quickly set the tray of steaming porridge he was holding down on the table and got out his wand. He sent the vase and the books back to the shelf and kneeled down beside Draco.
“I think you’re magic is going a bit bonkers,” he murmured. Draco cracked open an eye and smiled dazedly at Harry.
“Hey,” he croaked.
“Hey.” Harry stroked his hair again and seated himself on the edge of the couch. “Are you hungry?”
“Ugh!” Draco weakly shook his head and scrunched up his nose.
“Come on, it’s Molly’s secret porridge recipe. Here.” Harry summoned the tray and placed it on his lap. “I’ll feed you.”
“I’m not letting you feed me porridge,” Draco said, his face twisting in disgust.
“Is it the porridge you’re opposed to or me feeding it to you?”
Draco didn’t answer but clutched the corners of the blankets tighter around him.
“Come on, you have to eat something. And you’re shivering so much, I think you will drop the spoon as soon as I hand it to you. Let me feed you.” Harry held out the spoon in front of Draco’s mouth with no sign of cooperation from his boyfriend. “Draco, come on. Just let me feed you. You know, it would be kind of cute, too.”
“Cute,” Draco repeated, a disgusted look on his face.
“Yeah. Now that I think about it, it’s nice to have someone I can take care of.”
Draco seemed to ponder this for a moment before hesitantly opening his mouth and accepting the spoonful of porridge.
“What else would that entail? You taking care of… me?”
Harry’s face split into a grin as he offered Draco more porridge.
“Well, I guess that would depend.”
“Depend on what?” Draco asked, slowly taking another bite.
“On the circumstances. For example, if you were sick, I’d definitely want to keep cooking for you. And after you finished eating we could go upstairs and I could hold you and warm you until you stopped shivering. We could take a hot bath together. I’d make you some tea, get your favourite biscuits and I could give you a massage if you feel like it. But since you’re not sick…” Harry peered at his boyfriend from under his lashes and held back a snicker.
“Well,” Draco began quietly. “Maybe… Maybe I am a little sick.”
“Sure, just a little,” Harry laughed, putting the porridge aside and gently pulled Draco into his arms.