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(I'd be okay with that.)
(I'd be okay with that.)
(I mean, Helanie just figured out that Melanthea was also a witch, but maybe now they can make a coven?)
(I think that since Lillian is so young she would not have discovered a coven…and a ship with Rhiley is fine by me!)
Lillian stumbled to math class, papers spilling from her hands. She bent down to pick them up, when someone else started to help her. She looked up in surprise.
Rhiley paused when she bumped into someone and dropped her homework. she carefully kneeled down trying to keep her skirt covering her butt. she didn't realize until she was picking up the papers that it was the same girl from her English class.
"sorry I wasn't looking where I was going," she mumbled.
Lillian's hair turned a shade lighter and her eyes swirled a deep emerald as she gazed at the girl. Her blonde hair fell over her face as she helped Lillian pick up her things.
"It's okay…thank you." She stammered.
(I changed Rhiley's age to 15 so they are closer in age.)
(okay thanks!)
"No problem," she said with a small smile. She stood up straightening her skirt. The bell was about to ring but She couldnt stop looking at the other girl's eyes. She knew it was rude and she should stop but they were just so weird? Beautiful? Is it possible for hem to be both?
"Sorry." Lillian looked down, trying to keep her hair from fading to light brown. Again. "My eyes are weird."
YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT THAT UP!!! She screamed at herself inwardly.
Blair walked down the hall, his jacket hood secured safely around his head and hiding his scars. "Sorry." He muttered as he bumped into someone.
"I think they're nice," Rhiley said but her smile faltered slightly right after. Did she really just say that? What if she thinks she's flirting with her. Great Rhiley first non-cheer girl you talk to and she probably thinks your some weirdo. "I'm Rhiley by the way. I think I'm in a few of your classes but we've never really met"
Lillian looked up under her eyelids. She didn't think they were weird?
"Thanks…I'm Lillian."
(im gotta go now byeee)
Blair walked down the hall, his jacket hood secured safely around his head and hiding his scars. "Sorry." He muttered as he bumped into someone.
"It's ok," Finn mumbled at whoever bumped into him. he looked up and recognized the boy from the coven. He thinks his name might be Blair. A glance at Willow shows that she's sizing him up. No doubt wondering the same thing as him. Does Blair blame him for all the deaths? He hadn't seen him since before the trail. Hadn't really seen any other witches beside James, and Bill. Both of which made it clear he wasn't welcome. "Hey, your Blair right?" Finn asked deciding to play it safe with some small talk.
"I don't know what you mean…" Melanthea lies.
"You were doing magic."
Melanthea gulps.
"No I wasn't." Her voice cracks.
(Wow, I just realized that there are two witch Lillians. Not confusing at all.)
(Well, I mean, in real life I know three Lillians.)
Blair walked down the hall, his jacket hood secured safely around his head and hiding his scars. "Sorry." He muttered as he bumped into someone.
"It's ok," Finn mumbled at whoever bumped into him. he looked up and recognized the boy from the coven. He thinks his name might be Blair. A glance at Willow shows that she's sizing him up. No doubt wondering the same thing as him. Does Blair blame him for all the deaths? He hadn't seen him since before the trail. Hadn't really seen any other witches beside James, and Bill. Both of which made it clear he wasn't welcome. "Hey, your Blair right?" Finn asked deciding to play it safe with some small talk.
Blair raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Yes, what's it to you?" He asked, his Icelandic accent thicc. He knew this boy from the Coven, but he hadn't gone to that in a long while, since he actually came to America.
"Hey Shorty!" Dean called across the room.
Lillian sent him a glare.
Blair walked down the hall, his jacket hood secured safely around his head and hiding his scars. "Sorry." He muttered as he bumped into someone.
"It's ok," Finn mumbled at whoever bumped into him. he looked up and recognized the boy from the coven. He thinks his name might be Blair. A glance at Willow shows that she's sizing him up. No doubt wondering the same thing as him. Does Blair blame him for all the deaths? He hadn't seen him since before the trail. Hadn't really seen any other witches beside James, and Bill. Both of which made it clear he wasn't welcome. "Hey, your Blair right?" Finn asked deciding to play it safe with some small talk.
Blair raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Yes, what's it to you?" He asked, his Icelandic accent thicc. He knew this boy from the Coven, but he hadn't gone to that in a long while, since he actually came to America.
"Nothing I just recognize you from 'church'" FInn said with a small smile.
"Are you going on Sunday?" Willow asked. She was talking about the "get together" thing the coven was holding.
"Probably not, I might go for the food," Blair responded, talking about any new ingredients and crystals.
Lillian sat in math, waiting for the bell to ring anxiously. She fiddled with her pen, playing at the copper and leather necklace around her neck. The first thing she'd done in witchcraft was to charm it. It brought her good luck and fortune in the neediest of times.
Rhiley had sat next to Lillian in math. She kept glancing at her from the corner of her eye. She was strange…but in a good way.
"see I told you not everybody was going," Finn mumbled to Willow after hearing Blair. Willow rolled her eyes.
"Fine but we are still going," Willow said before waving bye at Blair and walking to class with Finn. They both made into math and sat behind two girls they knew where in their English class.
"Yes you were." Helaine insists. "I can do it too."
"You…You can?!"
"Yes. Which is why I'm warning you now not to do it in class, or get caught. Because if you go down, I do too, and I don't really want that."
Rhiley tried to pay attention as the teacher talked but she kept glancing at Lillian.
Lillian could feel Rhiley's eyes on her. She couldn't help but pay attention to every time her blonde hair fell over her shoulder. Her hair was a bright auburn for the entire class, and she tried to keep her head down, because she was sure that her eyes were all aswirl.
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