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[color=Violet][b]Location;[/b][/color] Washington Square
[color=Violet][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Her Grandmother [/center][hr]

That time of the year again; Founders Day.

One of Vivienne's favorite times. It was a day, that most in Salem enjoyed. The community got together, to celebrate. Mortal, Supernaturals alike. Everyone seemed to put aside their differences for that event. At times, it seemed like it was rehearsed. Putting on the 'fake' smiles and 'pleasantries' with your enemies, and people you disliked for the day. Then when the vents were over...you were back, to the 'same old same old' rivalries, mishaps, arguments and what not. 
Not that it really bothered Vivienne. There were quite a few people, that she'd rather not exchange pleasantries with all the time. Being Cold and Bitter; it was what most people knew about her personality. Only those, that got to know the 'real' her...saw a different side to her. Which was rare. But she was not all, that people made her out to be. And those, that knew her more than anyone..were the people she felt no need to hide from. Not be hidden, beneath the cold and bitterness.

But she usually, was rather very pleasant during the celebrations. She had always felt, happy during the Founders Day. It was odd, to see her sulking during such an Important event. During that time, she on occasion enjoyed a flirtatious encounter, with someone who'd catch her eye.

With Washington Square filling up; Vivienne caught a sight of a few familiar faces. Including Young William. He might have been a Werewolf; but her grand-mother knew the young boy. She had made him the necklace he wore, before the Full Moon. He was quite a nice guy actually; very excitable and sweet. Then she noticed the elder Werewolf, Devin. He always looked bit scruffy, but managed to pass it off as attractive, nonetheless. Mostly, he was always alone...or out of sight. Never bothering anyone. But Vivienne couldn't help but stiffen slightly, when she caught sight of Dante and Madam Laveau. Members of the Voodoo Coven. Her enemies. If there was anyone Vivienne disliked the most. It was the Voodoo Coven. It was not just a big dislike. It was also fear.

But being whom she was; Vivienne would not admit defeat and fear easily. Especially around them. No one, knew her deepest fears..besides her grand-mother.

Her grand-mother was actually by her side. The pair had a stall going in the Square. Vivienne owned her own Wicca Store. Or in the eyes of the mortal public. A pawn Shop. On the table, in front of them. There were various charms, protections charms and runes, trinkets and antiques that could be found in her shop. But with the amount of people out and about, it was a perfect opportunity to sell things to the public, as well as believers and practitioners of magic.

As she finished setting things up. Vivienne felt a shiver down her spine. Something felt odd...wrong all of a sudden. [Color=Violet]"Gran, what's going on?"[/color] She whispered, to the elder woman by her side.

[Color=SlateBlue]"I am not sure yet....Just act normal, my dear. Don't be suspicious."[/Color] The elder witch, whispered to her Grand-daughter. It seemed, like the elder of the two knew something was going on. But they did not want to attract, unwanted attention.

Vivienne nodded. [Color=Violet]'Right normal.'[/Color] she told herself. As a few people passed the stall, Vivienne smiled warmly towards them, offering them to look through what she and her gran had on offer.