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[sub]Speaking with: [color=DarkOrange]Charlie[/color] [@KaijuBaragon] and [color=f6989d]Summer[/color] [@Danvers][/sub][/center]

As she approached the initiate table, Maggie could feel her stomach begin to turn. Something about the situation seemed so forced- all of the witchlings required to sit together and make small talk. Usually, she preferred social interaction when it was on her own accord, but she’d have to make lemonade out of sour lemons and suck it up. The blonde offered a warm smile to those who had noticed she appeared, but didn’t say anything. She found her seat at the end of the table, mentally thanking the elders for giving her the spot with the easiest escape route, and opened her book once more and continued from where she left off. 

It wasn’t long until Sister Deborah approached the microphone and drew attention, including Maggie’s. The girl set down her book on the table (this time remembering to mark the page where she left off) and listened intently, mulling over each word the woman said to the crowd. Although it didn’t seem like it, the blonde was quite excited for her initiation. She was looking forward to gaining a new sense of belonging to the coven and forging her own path, both literally and figuratively. Of course she was nervous, but for some reason, she felt more at ease than anxious knowing that she would be initiated as her family was before her. This would be a new adventure, and above all else an opportunity for Maggie to come out of her shell and mature. 

As the elder announced the initiates would be meeting at the house in a few minutes time, she wished she had just stayed over there in the first place. Uaithne just had to come over and guilt her, and she could have avoided all of this had she just stuck with her gut. But it was too late for regret now- she had already seen her mother practically beaming from across the field noticing her daughter socializing. At least it made one of them happy. 

A voice calling her name drew the blonde out of her thoughts, and Maggie looked over to find Charlie speaking to her in his lovely accent. It took her a moment to process, but when she realized that he was inviting her to accompany him and Summer back over to the house, she nodded in response. [color=ACA1CD]“Sure, I’ll join you.”[/color] Standing up and smoothing out her dress, she leisurely strolled to where they were standing, matching their pace as they began to walk towards where she had been hiding out previously.

Summer’s reputation definitely preceded her, and the blonde couldn’t exactly figure out if her compliment was sincere or not. Even though they had known each other for quite a long time and were amicable, Maggie knew that the girl didn’t get along with some people and it was best to stay on her good side. Deciding in her own mind that Summer’s words were genuine (even if they truly weren't), Maggie looked down at her gingham dress and back up to the girl, and smiled. Today was not the day to hyper analyze. [color=ACA1CD]
“Thanks, I figured that it's a special occasion, so might as well look the part.”[/color] After a pause, she motioned to Summer’s yellow and white striped ensemble. [color=ACA1CD]
“Your dress is lovely as well.”[/color]

Looking up at Charlie, as he was much taller than her, she noticed that the fading golden hour sunlight seemed to catch his hair, making it look even more red than it truly was. [color=ACA1CD]
“So what do you think the wellspring is like? I’ve always wondered.”[/color]