[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Alexis Farreacher[/color][/h1][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Cedar Ash Inn[hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] [i]Abigale Matson, Cassandra Arvanitis, Callie Lenson[/i][sub][@Caits][/sub] [i]and Magnus Bane[/i][sub][@BlackPanther][/sub][hr][hr]For a second Magnus seemed to want to answer her question. But for some reason or another, he decided against it. Alexis, however, was still not entirely comfortable with Magnus. Especially how he looked at her. As if he needed something of her. It gave her the creeps. So obviously she was relieved when Callie chose to answer. Alexis moved to the chair Callie motioned her towards and took a seat in front of the warm fire. Right before Callie started to talk, she did cast another glance at her bag with the Grimoire nearby. Just to make sure it was still there. Deep down she hoped nobody would mind the old, shelved book. However, it was supernaturally imbued and she didn’t know how well Magnus was attuned to magic.

Despite her worries, she listened very attentively at Callie’s story. She absorbed the entire explanation about werewolves. The alphas, the betas, the omegas and the lone wolves. There was a particular interest in the Alphas. Specifically, the ones that weren’t True Alphas. Mostly because of one thing Callie said: “you cannot steal a true alpha’s power.” Which meant you could steal it from a normal alpha. Alexis wouldn’t admit it, but she enjoyed the power she had was gaining at a rapid pace. Ever since she could read the Grimoire, her heart felt better and better with each day. The shy little girl was taking back control and grew a little more confident. Of course, she was still called Wicca in school as insult. But she knew that, when she came home, she could blow away the leaves in her garden just by twitching her fingers and what bully could claim that? Obviously this led to her mind trailing towards stranger questions. Do things like witch-werewolves exist? Or are they mutually exclusive?

But then Callie said Zoë wouldn’t trust her until she knew she wasn’t a threat. Alexis wanted to look at the book but knew such a move could be seen as suspicious. Still, now that she learned that black magic really could be a thing, the book seemed a lot grayer than she’d wish. [color=9e0b0f]“What if… Zoë does think I’m a threat?”[/color] she asked. [color=9e0b0f]“I mean… hypothetically?”[/color] Only when she heard herself asking it, did she realize how stupid it was to ask that. It was obvious! But there was so much more to think of. Especially what Callie said about a pack.

For a second all her gears spun until they dropped into place. [color=9e0b0f]“Cassandra…Syleste…”[/color] Alexis suddenly whispered to herself. Realizing what might be happening at the hospital. Like an arrow, she shot up and started to frantically pace around. After making 3 circles she abruptly stopped and looked at Callie. Then Magnus. [color=9e0b0f]“Friends… No, I mean-“[/color] The little warlock girl was never part of their group. How could she? She was the outcast. In the hallways, she generally walked stark passed them. In class, she generally didn’t talk to them unless she really needed to. Why would she? They were the popular group. The beautiful people. Yet she wasn’t entirely oblivious. At school, she heard their talks about making a bonfire in the woods. Up until now she just discarded it as nothing important.

[color=9e0b0f]“-people I-“[/color] but she didn’t really know them either. She took a deep breath and tried to gather her thoughts. [color=9e0b0f]“Some people from my class… they decided to into the woods for a… bonfire.”[/color] Or was it a party? A pang of jealousy went through her. She remembered an old saying: humanity always wants most what it can’t have. Even though she sometimes preferred to be alone, just as often she just wanted to have a group of friends. A band of people she could go to a bonfire with. [color=9e0b0f]“People… from my class. They decided to make a bonfire in the woods tonight. I think…-“[/color] but she shouldn’t think. She should act. That’s what the strong people did. Immediately she grabbed her phone and texted Cassandra. Who’s number she because of just one, small group project they shared.

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[b]To:[/b] Cassandra
[i]Are you okay?[/i]
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Right when she pressed ‘Send’, she realized that what she just did was incredibly rude. [color=9e0b0f]“I’m… sorry. Just.. I didn’t want to worry.”[/color] Tonight was becoming rather heavy.[/center]