[centre][b][h1][color=lightcoral]Cassandra[/color][/h1][/b] [color=lightcoral]"...I don't know what to do...Everything is a mess..."[/color][/centre] [hr][hr] Cassie glanced about her, thinking of going to see if Syleste was still in an ambulance, frowning at the challenge the doors presented. No one was about to let her walk out those doors, not when she was one of those attacked, not when her father worked here. She had come in enough times to drop in a home cooked meal, to be recognized. And he was so proud of her, that she knew he'd have shown pictures of off her. The thought that her father would know she'd been attacked was distressing to her-she loved her father, but she knew that there would be fights about her going out after this, and she didn't want that. Pressing herself up against the wall as Zoe came storming in, trying to be unnoticed by the older woman, and seeming to have succeeded in being unnoticed. She felt a little antsy, worried, a little anxious, and damn it, her hand was itching. She couldn't scratch it-she'd seen the mess that it had been, but itchiness didn't normally happen this quickly in the healing process. Was she allergic to the material of the bandages? Concerned, but not enough to go back to her room, not when she needed to make sure that her friends were okay. Syleste...she couldn't imagine what syleste must be feeling. What she must think...She swallowed, looking about her, grimacing. The thought that Zoe, who had been there...Cassie didn't want to think about that, when so much of it was confusing...might run into her father, might spill the beans, and then Cassie would be in trouble, not only for not calling for him, but for sneaking about. Pressing her uninjured hand against her stomach, a little woozy, Cassie closed her eyes. [i]Please, let Syleste be okay...let them all be okay...Miri...the boys...[/i] Yet another thought crossed her mind. Her father might have information on them, and she could at least know that they were okay. Steeling herself for what could be a fight, but wanting to put his mind at ease, Cassie began to search for her father, Zoe's voice coming to her. [color=plum]"...and your daughter..? Xerxes, let me help her.”[/color] A sudden anger ripped through Cassie. She had no right to tell her father anything, now her father was going to be in an even bigger mess, probably thinking that Cassie's injuries were worse then what they were. Drawing in a breath, Cassie stepped closer. [color=lightcoral]"Dad? Dad, I'm fine...really...just a little mauled...You were right, I should have taken Chewbacca with me..."[/color] Yet the thought of the young dog in that camp site...he would have been killed. Sick to her stomach, Cassie looked to her father, desperately, and then closed the distance, hugging him tightly. She didn't want to fight, didn't want that. She just wanted him, wanting the security he offered. For so long it had just been them against the world... [color=lightcoral]"I love you Daddy...I'm sorry"[/color] She whispered, closing her eyes tightly against sudden tears pricking her eyes. She knew she could be a giant pain in the butt, and that she probably took a lot for granted, took her father for granted, and it was something she was going to change. [color=lightcoral]"I'll be a better daughter, I promise..."[/color] She looked up, her eyes wide and swimming with tears. [hr] [centre][b][h1][color=coral]Callie[/color][/h1][/b] [color=coral]"life is going to get complicated..."[/color][/centre] [hr] Something caught Callie's attention, and she rose, going over to the window. Her eyes searched the night, the darkness a little uneering. Checking the stairs towards the room, Callie was satisfied that Abigale, and Remus would be alright, and safe, but she still took a handful of Mountain Ash, slipping it into a pocket before opening the door, studying the night. Her eyes were joined towards the moon, a slight haze seemed to appear over it and she blinked a moment. Once, twice, thrice. Her gaze was drawn to a bench, a little far away, where she was sure she was sensing some sort of magic. She gazed at her charm, but there was no reaction, yet there was something... With a frown, Callie took out a sleepy time charm, just in case and invoking it. She started towards the magic, unsurpised to see that it was Alexis, a girl that frequanted her little store. she gave the girl a warm smile, well aware of the questionable ways the girl had, influenced by the book in her hands, and the heritage her Grandmother left her. This wasn't something to judge the girl on, Callie certainly had been tempted, like everyone was in one way or another, to quesntionable and even dark sources, but she was a white witch, yet she did know that some dark curses were only that for what was put into them. Earth charms made it easier to not be tempted by dark forces. The child didn't appear to have a guide, someone that could help teach and guide on the right path. [color=coral]"Greetings, young one"[/color] She said, her tone warm and open as she addressed the young witch, [color=coral]"The night is cold, would you like to come in for a hot drink? You can stay the night if you wish, Alexis"[/color] She waved a hand back to her inn, and glancing about, she muttered a ley line charm, a ball of light appearing in her hand, to help guide the way. It hovered above them, light falling about them in a small circle. [color=coral]"Ido have something to talk with you about, little witch"[/color] She spoke pleasantly, not a hint of malice in her tone. She was actually worried the girl might be cold, and hyperthermia was not fun. She should have brought a warmth charm. She smiled kindly. [color=coral]"You will find your magic detection spell won't go through, the mountain ash and my own spells protects the building from interferance"[/color] [@Legion02][@vicier][@yoshiskittlez]