Mitchell was happy to hear that Lia didn't see his actions in the east as something to make him a traitor, and he started to explain his actions to her. It was weird almost but, he felt the need to explain even if she wouldn't see him as one. Just telling her why he hated Isaack made him feel a little better. He opened his eyes to continue to tell her more but noticed the tight grip she had on her skillet and it stopped him. Mitch looked to Lia as she spoke again, and he nodded a little frowning. He was upsetting her and it made him choose to keep the rest to himself. "That is the reason Isaack and I dislike each other." He said before sighing and he went back to his cutting board, flipping it before starting to cut the tomatoes. Though he stopped at looked at her as she stepped towards him holding her hand out to him, Mitch wiped the juices off of his hands before taking hers a confused look on his face. In truth Mitch wasn't sure want to expect from whatever spell Lia was talking about, though a lot of magic had been thrown at him over the year, none had made him see things. He still allowed Lia to take his other hand though her apologizing beforehand was slightly alarming. Seeing Lia close her eyes he quickly closed his eyes tightly as well, nodding a bit before he answered. "Okay, I'm ready." He answered tensely. At first his vision was fuzzy to the point it was a little dizzying, but when it cleared and he saw the younger version of Lia a smile quickly spread on his face. Lia was so cute when she was younger, and he had heard Lia say the name Bianca a few times in her sleep but he never asked who she was. Mitchell was actually enjoying the version despite the confusion as to what they had been talking about. At least until the witch council came into view. He had heard many horrible things about the council over the years, and soon the happy seeming memory turned into a sad one. Then it was over, his vision coming back to reality. Mitchell could feel the fact his eyes were darker and for a second he didn't open them. Though they opened as she started to pull her hands away, a look of confusion and a trace of sadness on his face as he looked at her. For a moment Mitch didn't move even as Lia started to go back to cooking, he felt a little light headed but other that he felt no after effects. Mitchell went back to dicing the tomatoes in silence, lost in his own thoughts. Only to look over at Lia when she started humming softly. How? How could they think that no warlock would want Lia? She was smart, beautiful, and could be very funny. Someone would be crazy not to want her. Clearly, every warlock that lived around her were just that. Crazy. Maybe if someone would have been there for her, she would have never had to worry about becoming the Death Witch. Quietly Mitch added the tomatoes to the food her was cooking, though he didn't say anything to her, the longer she stayed quiet the more anxious Mitch could feel himself becoming. While he was waiting for her to speak again, he put some water on and was starting to make Lia some of her Chamomile tea when she asked for plates. Mitch couldn't help but let out relieved sigh as she spoke and he nodded a little before getting some plate down for them, sitting them beside the stove. Over the last forty five years he had gotten a little used to how quiet Lia could be, but it was times like this. When it was caused by them fighting or something they said or did. It was unbearable almost, though he was one to give the silent treatment he wasn't one to take very well to getting it. Just over a year since Lia moved to the cottage, Lia and he where still having trouble with the guards. Not just with the dirty looks when he left the house, or the way they ran there mouths about her. Calling her "Checkov's little witch bitch." But to the point that Mitchell was starting to worry about Lia's safety over night. One night Lia had kept him up to help her study and look for the spell she needed at the castle library, as he was walking her back he just so happened to notice the fact that the two guards that watched the wall near the cottage nowhere to be seen. They had left not only the cottage but Lia if she had been inside unprotected! It had pissed him off, it was their job, to protect her along with the castle when he wasn't there! It wasn't a hard job! There were enough of them, it had to be the easiest job! And still these idiots weren't able to handle it. Even though he and Lia didn't get along the best at the time he tried to make Lia go back and stay the bight in the castle, which ended up turning into a major fight and Mitch going behind her back and talking to Checkov. When Lia found out she gave Mitchell the silent treatment for a whole week. Mitch took the plates from Lia as she made them sitting them on the table that he had set while she was finishing dinner. Even putting her cup of tea he had made her, sitting where she always sat for dinner. He took his sit quietly before looking at her. "You know Lia, I don't know if this helps, or even matters. But if you had been living near me, or I was younger. I would have taken you." He gave her a soft smile. "My mother would have loved you. She also said that if anyone would have her only son, she would have to be from the South. Because they at least knew how to set a man straight." He added with a small laugh before looking down at his plate and starting to eat. It felt weird almost as he was speaking of his mother because he made it a point never to talk about his family. Even with all the things that Checkov knew about him, his family was not one of them. He wouldn't risk the safety of Mal if anything even happened to him, after everything she had already been through. Mitchell was quiet for a moment, he felt the unbearable need to break Lia's silence. "So other than the fact you're being forced to go. Are you at least excited to go to the dance? You get to dress up, and I'm a good dancer." He said trying this subject instead. "It will be nice to see Cassandra again. She makes me wish I ran South a little bit." He added with a smile. Cassandra had to be his favorite of all the leaders. -- Kathleen's smile didn't waver as Elder Dana continued talking to her and asking about her lessons. She still wanted to try and keep her slight bragging about Lia's teaching as professional as possible though that was rather hard as professional was something she was not. "Well today we started working on transferring natural energy, so that I won't have to take it from someone else." She expanded with a smile. "It was kind of exciting, I was able to keep the circle up by myself for a little while even." She added her voice getting a little excited as she did, before she forced herself to calm down a little and took another sip of her wine. Isaack wasn't even paying attention to the little witch and the Elders conversion at the other end of the table. His attention instead was on the man across from him, and he took a slip of his blood - wine as he watched Atticus shrug. Looking from Checkov back to Atticus when told he was from the West. "Oh that is very interesting." Isaack said as Atticus answered before a look of confusion crossed his face at the rest of the answer. In fact he found the fact Atticus didn't remember past twenty years, Isaack found very interesting. Before he could say anything in response though Cassandra showed up. He rolled his eyes when no one was looking at him. Kathleen stopped talking to Dana when she heard another voice and looked towards the door. Seeing the pretty green eyed brunette, her dress was so pretty too, she guessed that she was either maybe someone important or maybe married to someone that was. Kathleen also noticed that while Checkov stood and greeted the woman gaining a kiss on each cheek, Isaack made no movement to greet her whatsoever, in fact he instead looked down at his glass, taking a couple big drinks of his wine mixture. The waiter having to refill his glass. Kathleen's attention was drawn back to the woman though as Atticus pulled a chair out for and she commented on the fact Mitchell and Ophelia wasn't here. For a slight moment she felt a pitch of jealously and the fact her voice sounded so pretty too with the southern draw it held, however she shook it off quickly and gave a polite smile. Of course her eyes went to Checkov with a small frown tugging at the corners of her mouth trying to fight the smile that she kept on her face, as he once again interjected as well as calling her his witch again. Perhaps it was that she wasn't around him quite as much since she started actually caring? Or because this was the first time she had met anything other the elders through him? But she hadn't really noticed just how muvch he claimed her in his name until this dinner. The face on Kathleen's face widened ever so slightly though as she looked down at her wine when Cassandra said something to him about it. She quickly took a sip of her wine to hide it. Oh she kind of like this woman! Kathleen nodded quickly before looking at Atticus as he answered. Isaack was doing his best to be polite despite how unclear it might have seemed be his clear attempt to avoid Cassandra. It seemed to always be one of two things they fought about when the two of them were together talking outside of meetings. Either it was about Mitchell and Ophelia or about Isabella. Still he wasn't going to rude enough to ignore the woman when hse spoke to him and he let out a sigh looking up at her. His expression was bored and almost annoyed that this was being brought up once again. "Hmm who knows Cassandra, perhaps he has yet to want his knife back from within my back." He said smoothly. Before the mention of his daughter came up as well, and Isaack frowned as he returned the dirty look from her. "Really Cassandra? Are we going to do this already? Don't you have someone else to bother with your fake sugar coating?" He hissed back before Atticus cut in. Perhaps it wasn't the best thing, but part of Kathleen found this whole thing interesting, as she looking back and forth between Cassandra and Isaack. Checkov always seemed so in control and she had yet to see him angry other than when she got attacked. It was interesting to see these two angry, even if there was danger there. She looked to Atticus when he said her name, and she looked towards Cassandra and nodded, before smiling brightly at her reaction. "Oh yes, she is one of the best teachers I've had." She answered. Kathleen couldn't help but give Atticus a worried look when the woman sat between them, but Atticus smiling about it, calmed her down a little bit. "Well....I'm not really sure what Checkov has told you about me." Kathleen said her eyes looking towards Checkov for a moment before adding. "I wasn't even aware he was talking about me in the first place." Perhaps she should have figured he was telling others about about her as Lia always said he was telling the other leaders about her. Still much like him calling her his, it made her a little bit uncomfortable. Kathleen nodded when she said he had only told her that she was taking lessons from Lia, she smiled a little thinking. "Well I've only been here for four years and Ophelia has been teaching me the old magics since I got here because I need to glance myself out. Which is actually going well. Before that I was in the clan farther north in StarForge. Honstly this is the first time in the last three years I've been in the castle." She said before taking a slip of her wine. She really was trying to keep her, her about herself short, but smiled a little as Cassandra asked for more about her. She was intriguing? That she felt a little unsure about, Cassandra must have just and she thought for a moment before answering. "Well until before I went looking for Checkov, I didn't even know I was balanced, I spent pretty much my whole life thinking I was dark. So I'm not sure I'd call myself intriguing, just really off balance." She finished with a small shrug. "I'm sure that you're much more interesting, I've never even left this area." -- Isaack wasn't paying any mind to the conversion going on across the table between the little witch and Cassandra. For that matter he couldn't care less. He didn't find the witch interesting in the least bit. However, the engery vampire across from him on the other hand he was starting to find amusing. As he listened to Atticus and Checkov talk, or rather as Checkov takes him up and Atticus wouldn't let it be done. Clearly he said gotten advice from Mitchell not to interest him. But, in fact it was quite interesting watching him lower his worth more as more as he went. Isaac smiled a little bit and took another drink of his wine before Atticus asked about the East. "Well I find it rather nice. Not nearly as cold as here, there are many storms like the one you are having here now almost year round. We don't have problems with the wolves. As there are so many hunters the strays are wiped out quickly." He said smiling slightly and finding himself rather proud of where he lived. The changes would be slightly hard to get used too. The waiter made his way around the table finally serving dinner. "However, my coven does not have any witches like Checkov and Cassandra. The hunters are already a big enough problems without having to worry about protecting little children with abilities I can not control." He added as he looked down at his food, not even noticing the fact that Kathleen looked at him because of his words. "Not to mention must of them are dark and unstable." Kathleen frowned at the last of his words, as she stared at him. "You are aware that out all dark witches and warlocks are unstable. Many of them are able to control their magic enough to keep a level head." She said her voice still being rather calm despite the fact she found what he was saying annoying. Isaack didn't even brother looking up from his food as he shook his head. "Yes, well, I mean no offense but you're rather young. I doubt you would know as much about the subject." Kathleen's frown deepened and she was actually offended. "As I grow up around dark witches I would have to disagree. But clearly wisedom does not always come with age yes?" She mouthed back her tone becomingv a little darker and she frowned at Checkov hoping he would at least do something about the extremely rude comment that Isaack had just said to her.