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It had been a long week for Isla. 

First of all, waking up in Florida rather than Scotland had really thrown her. Then there was the whole spent a couple of days in some random reality after the whole world ended shit that had happened. It would’ve really messed with her head, if her head wasn’t already kind of messed up. But Isla being Isla, she just put it into the section of her mind she’d labelled “things I should remember, but don’t need to think about too hard.” 

Instead, she’d concentrated on getting on her feet in this new city. She’d gotten a room in a hotel (with stolen money), and gotten herself some more suitable clothes (by stealing them). Then with a little digging around the internet (in a totally non dodgy way) she’d found out about the Coven in this very town. What a happy coincidence. And it had been through sheer luck (probably, totally not through any social media stalking) that she’d found one of the Coven members… then followed (stalked) her to the group’s meeting place.

A beach house.

A really [i]fucking[/i] nice beach house. 

With plenty of bedrooms and much nicer beds than the hotel she’d been staying in the last few nights. So she’d made herself at home. It hadn’t even been hard to get into, what the massive windows that meant she could see inside… and thus very easily blink right in. 

After that all she’d had to do was wait for someone to show up… and explore the beaches that Florida had to offer. It was nice actually being able to relax in the sun for once, rather than worrying that she would freeze to death or die in the rain for daring to step foot on some sand. On the other hand, she’d grown up in Scotland and was not used to this weather at all.

She was on her way back from another beach trip when she saw someone pull up outside the beach house. Finally! Isla grinned, a skip in her step as she headed towards the beach house and blinked up onto the Veranda, then into the living room area. She flopped right onto one of the incredibly comfortable couches and fanned herself. While she was wearing a tank top and shorts, her hoodie tied around her waist, the heat was intense… especially with her beanie on her head. 

[quote]"Who in the cinnamon-toast-fuck are you?" [/quote]
She’d barely sat down when some brown haired girl walked right into the same room as her… and then another girl, who was downing a bottle of really fancy looking wine. Isla was [i]definitely[/i] keeping it to herself that she might’ve taken a bottle or two of the stash that was here. 

[color=f26522]“Whoa, that’s so cool! How do you do that?” [/color]Isla gasped, completely ignoring the questions in favour of staring at the ghostly bones that girl number 2 had conjured up around her. She leaned forward where she was sitting, posture completely relaxed even as her eyes flickered between the two. Right, she definitely should’ve expected people to be on edge finding a stranger in their secret meetup location. 

[quote]"Better start talkin' quick, before I toss you out of here so hard you'll bounce on the ground." [/quote]
[color=f26522]“Oh, shit, yeah,”[/color] Isla put her hands up, jumping to her feet as she kept her attention on Madison… who looked most likely to be able to beat her ass. Her beanie glowed with purple sigils as she blinked behind the couch she’d been sitting on just to put some distance (and an object) between them. Just in case. [color=f26522]“I’m Isla!” [/color]

[color=f26522]“As to why I’m here, welllll,”[/color] she drawled out, accent thickening. [color=f26522]“That’s a long story so I'll just give you the basics. As you can probably tell I ain’t from around here. And if the accent wasn’t a massive giveaway, well…”[/color] she shrugged. [color=f26522]“Now you know. Can’t say I planned to end up here. You see, what happened was that I was on a little holiday to this great country. Was meant to just be a few weeks of travelling around the place. This place, uh, Tampa wasn’t exactly on my list but I fell asleep on a train and ended up here. I thought, why not explore what it has to offer! So I spent some time looking around and trying not to die in the heat and then passed out on a park bench cause y’know how it is, sunny days just make most people sleepy. And when I woke up…”[/color]

She paused for a moment, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she quickly figured out how much of the truth to tell from that point. [color=f26522]“Well, my backpack was gone and with it everything I had on me… my wallet, passport, you name it. The only thing I had left was my phone which is completely useless here.”[/color] To punctuate her point she pulled that out of her pocket, waving it towards them. [color=f26522]“So, I was stuck here! Which was completely shit, but I decided to make the most of it. I had a lil money left cause whoever took my bag hadn’t rummaged round my pockets so I got a hotel and started looking around for ways to figure it all out.”[/color]

She grinned, pointing her fingers towards Emily and Madison. [color=f26522]“And that’s where you come in! I found out about your group of witches on the internet and figured it was pretty perfect for me. Since y’know, I’m a girl and I’m stuck here and could really do with some help.”[/color] She nodded as if that made perfect sense for why she’d just turned up in their beach house. [color=f26522]“Oh, also, most importantly I’ve got supernatural powers and all that too.”[/color]

Isla threw her phone into the air, flattening her palm and levitating it above her hand as it fell. She ignored the twinge of a headache as she did, adjusting her beanie with her free hand. [color=f26522]“See! Magic.”[/color]

As if she hadn’t already proved it when she teleported behind the couch. [color=f26522]“To get to the point, I want to join your coven because I have nowhere else to go and the beds in this beach house are great to sleep in. Also, y’know, to help me get back home.”[/color]

She shrugged as she let her phone fall onto her hand, putting it back into her pocket. More than half of what she’d said was a lie, but it was easily delivered as if it was the truth. It was better to give a believable lie than a completely ridiculous truth, anyway. Who would believe that she’d teleported there from some weird abstraction created world? Certainly not her.

[color=f26522]“Oh, also, you should definitely turn off your snapchat maps. It makes it way too easy to find where your hideout is.”[/color]