"Are you a white witch or a black witch?" she asked.
That's a bit of a tough one, as the path of a witch is a very delicate balancing thing... "I seek to do no harm," was the best answer I could give.
Now Darkside was listening to all this with this look on his face. This lady's in his class group, she's in his work group for database -- and she has not the foggiest clue that perhaps he might be witchier than he looks. The other component of the look was that he knows, with great precision, almost the exact extent of my occult knowledge and experience.
The lady started asking me about love spells -- surely I was good with those.
Actually, no. The only times I've done them, they've been for myself, and those times they've always come out with deep disaster, and furthermore, the last time I did one was in '98. My love life isn't anything to be proud of in any case. Just look at it.
"But you got Darkside," she said.
Darkside and I are always together. You see him outside of class, you see me. You see me outside of class, you see him. People haven't started giving me messages for him yet, nor him for me, but it's coming.
"No, I don't 'got Darkside'," I said.
She got this what the hell? look on her face.
"Hey, Darkside," I called over to him. "Are we dating?"
"No," he said, in a "well duh" tone of voice.
"See?" I said.
Still, she and I will get together, and I will assist her in a helpful little love spell of the sort designed to attract the right kind of person into her general area, and to open her eyes to said right sort of people. After they meet, it's up to them, but it's certainly ethical to arrange for people to meet each other, especially people who would get along well together.
So Darkside's class group thinks we're seeing each other, just because we're always together and beat the hell out of each other between classes.