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[sub][color=90ee90][B]Location:[/B][/color] [I]New Jersey[/I] - [I]Galway Sons Floral Shop[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=90ee90][I]Days prior to Ceremony[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][sub][hr][/sub][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=90ee90][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub]


Erin walked through his room above the shop gathering his possessions to move into the coven house with his mother. It had been a couple of years since he had stayed with his mom and he wasn’t sure how well it was going to work, but the coven would let him continue his research into ecomancy and would give him more space for his animals. Sion brought what he was carrying and laid it in his hand as Erin couldn’t help but smile and give a loving head rubs to what essentially became his best friend. A silent knock brought, Erin back to the present as his dad stood in the entry of his room. Peter McKay was the typical picture of an Irishman; pale skin, dirty red hair, and what he continuously called a “working man’s build”. He stood there in the door watching Erin for a minute eyeing the items that he packed as he, packed them. Finally, he broke the awkward silence,
“So…do you have everything you need?

[Color=90ee90]”Obviously. Just putting the last of it together.”[/color]

“Ya sure, you didn’t miss your cauldron or broom?”

The audible sigh of derision gave him the sign that he went too far with his jab. Erin ignor him began continued on packing his bags. The moment lasted a few minutes more until once again his dad spoke up.

“I really wish you would reconsider leaving. The shops already way behind and I don’t have enough time and money to hire another.”

[Color=90ee90]” The coven is the only way I can continue my research into my magic and alchemy, besides you’ll be fine you always are.” [/color]

“Oh come on all that hippy-dippy magic mumbo jumbo your mother did is nothing but some bul…”

Before he could finish the statement Sion began growling and bearing his teeth at Peter. The low rumbling growl caused the grown man to jump back in fear of the tiny creature. However, the thing that bothered him the most was Erin’s seething glare, blue eyes flashing menacingly as the plants in his room seemed to shake and quiver with his intent. After taking a moment to calm himself down he began his calculated assault. 

[Color=90ee90]” First of all, do not pretend that either mine or my mother’s magic had anything to do with the deterioration of your and mothers’ marriage. We both gave everything we had to helping shop grow and for all of our efforts, we were met with distrust and demands to work faster. Magic is meant to be used for the betterment of all not for personal gain. If you ever truly cared about either of us, which judging from past events you don’t, you would know that the coven is the best way for me to grow and you had better get used to this new phase in my life or you will lose another member of your family.”[/color]

There was a moment. A tense quiet thing that could be cut with a knife neither one moved a muscle for concern of the other. With slow determined moves, Erin finished packing his things and brushed passed his farther and walked down the stairs to his [URL=https://cdn-0.barnfinds.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/1947-Dodge-Power-Wagon-1-e1569528356920-630x390.jpg]Power Wagon[/url] parked in front of the store. With happy chittering, Sion hopped into the truck and curled up in the passenger floorboard and eased himself to sleep. Erin paused a moment to look up and his bedroom window to meet his father’s gaze before he cranked the truck up and pulled away. As he drove up the road he didn’t know if he would ever come home again, but as far as he was concerned the coven was his home now. And that would be enough.



[sub][color=90ee90][B]Location:[/B][/color] [I]Virginia[/I] - [I]The Sisters of the Dying Branch Coven House[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=90ee90][I]Present Day[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][sub][hr][/sub][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=90ee90][I]Open to anyone[/I][/COLOR][/sub]

Erin arrived at the party in a fog. Since he had left the shop he had been in deep thought about his interaction with his dad. He had met with his mom and was trotted out to be shown like a show pony for the members of the coven and even some of the elders. He gave the appropriate pleasantries to all and quickly sat down with a plate of food and a glass of tea. As the conversations droned on Erin stared off the table meaning around with a flower that he had grown changing the colors, leaf shape, bringing small bugs to nibble on it or whatever came to mind. Periodically he looked up and looked at the other witchlings around him. Rowan, Arken, and James were just a few that caught his eye but he quickly brought his attention back to his flower. His mind kept floating back to his last words to his dad and contemplated if he went to far. This was going to be harder to handle than he thought.