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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=BDDBDF][I]Casa de Witchy --> Seattle University[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=BDDBDF][b]"Where's the fucking chandelier?"[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]

[color=lightgray][indent][indent][indent]The thing about the Conclaves was that there was always an unmentioned competition for the best dressed. Of course there would be talk of official business, drama, and the kids getting smothered by their absentee parents. (Hecate couldn't relate. She loved her children and grandchildren dearly and made it a point to be as involved in their lives as possible). Regardless of what we going to or not going to happen at the Conclave, she wasn't about to show up looking like trash. Tessa planned on winning the non-existent trophy, and that was exactly why she chose the [url=https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/z6MgezllMqjViKwJL9rPCLv28-nauQ8vrSsujR_eJQI/https/data.whicdn.com/images/227491721/original.jpg?width=225&height=330]dress[/url] that she did. 

After doing her makeup in a natural look and styling her hair just right, Tessa was ready to head to the University. Ordering an Uber, Tessa arrived a few minutes late per usual. Good things came to those who waited, and the gods were about to be blessed with absolute perfection. Pushing the doors open, the bright smile on the woman's face would quickly disappear. 

At first glance, the conference wasn't [i]that[/i] bad, but if one dared looked twice -- 

Forcing herself to remain calm so that she wouldn't shiver in disgust, Tessa grimaced at the coffee stains in the carpet just in time for Poseidon to throw up all over Zeus's shoes. Lips curled in disgust, Tess made her way over to where the danishes were sitting before promptly grabbing one from the box.  

[color=BDDBDF]"That's incredibly disgusting,"[/color] she said looking from Poseidon to Zeus, and back again. [color=BDDBDF]"Shame about the shoes. They were so nice... And to think you had a sense of fashion for [i]just a second.[/i] What a shame."[/color] 

As her facial expression switched to that of a pout, Tessa turned her attention to The Morrigan. [color=BDDBDF]"No chandelier this year?"[/color] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]