[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Alexis Farreacher[/color][/h1][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Callie's Car[hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] [i] Callie Lenson[/i][sub][@Caits][/sub][hr][hr]Small things, that was alright for Alexis. Though deep inside she really wanted to see if she could ever be a panther. Or rather, just an oversized black cat. But apparently that was considered demonic and she wasn’t about to try anything that sounded that bad. But she did notice a small detail. The enzymes. She thought it told her two things: one, that certain enzymes somehow control the magic and that there might be something that does have those enzymes. Or there was a more biological explanation. Something to do about body mass. Alexis knew that there had to be, at the very least, some correlation between magic and science. Still, she was happy. [color=9e0b0f]“I do hope someday I can soar in the sky.”[/color] She mumbled, with a smile, looking up through the window into the blue sky.

[color=9e0b0f]“But was it sentient?”[/color] an odd question, but so far everyone talked about it like it was a monster. Like some feral wolf that just wanted to kill. Or turn, apparently. But it was a werewolf. Meaning that at some point it had to shift back to its human form, no? [color=9e0b0f]“Like, did it make a choice to bite them? Or was it like, an involuntary need?”[/color] That sounded a lot more frightening. The more she now thought about it, the more she realized. It didn’t eat them, so she felt that biting them was a conscious choice. He wanted to make more werewolves. [color=9e0b0f]“What if it’s his plan, you know? To turn them all? Maybe he wants to use them… Can it?”[/color] The question droned through her. It felt like a clever plan. Instead of raising them cub by cub just bite a handful and see which ones survive. Or maybe it was to distract Zoe? Alexis didn’t know terribily much about magic yet, but she knew about lunar magic. The moon itself was a powerful source of power. Maybe the werewolf wants to do something that night? She’d have to ask Callie that soon. But right then, another thing came up.

Her friends. Or rather acquaintances. She was going to help them. Or at least, try to. But how could she do that if they didn’t know they could trust her? Even now she knew she was just the weird girl in the group. A bit of a loner, a bit of a weirdo. She couldn’t just walk up to them in school and say: [i]‘hey, I’m a witch, which is a supernatural just like you guys! Mind if we hang?’[/i] No, she had to talk to them. In private. And when would they be more private and more together than now? In the hospital? [color=9e0b0f]“Callie… I appreciate that you want to teach me how to fight. I really do and maybe we could do that later today?”[/color] she started off, hoping she didn’t sound too rude. [color=9e0b0f]“Instead… I feel like I first should visit my friends.”[/color] But then she swallowed. No they weren’t her friends. Not yet. [color=9e0b0f]“I mean, classmates. We probably should talk about the whole… me being a witch thing and… I’d feel a lot better if you were there with me.”[/color][/center]