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[color=f6989d]"Hm, how interesting..."[/color] Summer replied nonchalantly when Jeremy began to explain his situation. She had an elbow propped on the table and was idly resting her chin atop her hand as a stream of other initiates began to introduce themselves to him. The witchling couldn't help but find his formal nature a little boring. The guy was a teenager like the rest of them right? Perhaps it was just because he was nervous but regardless, Summer still found herself stifling a small yawn. She'd hoped he would be someone fun to play with but was becoming increasingly unsure of this. 

Her stomach rumbling at least provided a momentary distraction and just as she was considering standing up to get food, Sister Deborah strolled up to the podium. Even Summers attention was instantly drawn to the elder witch, who seemed to easily captivate the whole audience. Resting an arm on the back of her chair, her gaze passed over the witches who had crowded round. She couldn't immediately see her family but she was glad about this. Summer was under no illusions that no matter how smoothly the initiation process went, her mother would still point out something she'd done wrong or compare it to her sisters perfect day. Of course, she was excited to be a witch but this was mingled with a tinge of apprehension. Any other witchling might have shared these worries but Summer just swallowed her feelings. Luckily, her attention was diverted to Arken as he leant down to speak, a smile tugging at the edges of her lips at his words. [color=f6989d]"Stop trying to ruin my fun, [i]Stone[/i]."[/color] She quipped back, tucking a piece of hair carefully behind her ear as he walked away. Summer had forgotten that Arken was actually fun to be around. Or at least someone she could tolerate without wanting to pull her hair out. 

[color=f6989d]"Well, I hope you're excited. I've heard the wellspring is an amazing place."[/color] She commented as her focus strayed back to Jeremy. Before he could respond, however, Calypso had returned and for some strange reason, wanted her chair back. Summer watched the interaction between the two with mild amusement sketched across her otherwise calm features. She hadn't been able to resist the temptation of switching over the name cards. Everyone had been far too distracted and deep in conversation to notice the slight glimmer in the air when they'd moved, and it had been equally as easy to put them back.  [color=f6989d]"It was just a simple mistake I guess. Easy to make."[/color] She shot a half-hearted smile at Calypso before her attention was diverted by Charlie proposing that they walk to the house.  

[color=f6989d]"Sure, why not. I'd say you should join us too Jeremy but you wouldn't want to miss out on the zucchini now, would you?"[/color] The edge of sarcasm in Summer's voice was undeniable and although it was annoying to let the newcomer fall into someone else's hands, Alexander seemed determined on introducing him to every single witchling present. It was probably for the best anyway. She'd end up being far too tempted to push him into the Wellspring if he started to bore her.

[color=f6989d]"Anyway...you coming, Maggie?"[/color] Instead, she called over to the quiet girl who had been studiously reading her book, briefly looking her up and down. [color=f6989d]"I totally love your dress by the way."[/color] It really was very difficult to tell if Summer was being genuine, her expression betraying none of her true thoughts. To anyone who didn't know her it would come across as a friendly compliment but whether this was true was another issue. [color=f6989d]"It really suits you...doesn't it suit her Charlie?"[/color] She continued on as they began to walk to the house, treading carefully so that she didn't dirty her sandals whilst they crossed the field. [color=f6989d]"Have you [i]seen[/i] what some people chose to wear? You'd think they were going to go work on a farm or something. It really is kind of embarrassing."[/color] Summer let out a light laugh at her own comment, her gaze straying over a few of the other witchlings who were walking ahead of them. 

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