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As the situation beside the wellspring finally began to clear up, with Summer waking up, Calypso stopping her excessive vomiting and Maggie calming down from her apparent panic attack (Charlie felt some guilt for not going over and seeing if she was okay, but he didn't know how to deal with a panic attack, and Sister Lark seemed trained and ready for that anyway), Charlie found himself looking at the scar that now adorned his wrist. It was still throbbing a bit, but much less than it had been, and it was still pretty red. Charlie wondered if he'd have it forever now, even if faint. A physical reminder of the ritual he had taken and the bond he now shared with this magical body of water in the forest. It was strange to think about. 

The walk back was thankfully far more uneventful than the bonding ritual itself, Charlie finding himself glancing back a couple of times at Calypso who was carrying her vomit soaked robe over her shoulder. At least it hadn't soaked through onto the rest of her clothes, that would have been really unfortunate. He rubbed off a bit of blood that had dried on his arm as he walked, mind swimming with thoughts both about himself and about his fellow new witches. However, all his thoughts were quickly shifted asdide when the group walked out of the woods towards the house and were blasted with a wave of deafening applause from the members of the coven. Despite the stress, Charlie couldn't help but crack a smile. That was until he saw a flurry of red hair and was forced into a crushing hug by his mother. 

He couldn't hear much of what his mother was saying due to the buzz of noise that was coming in from all angles, but he definitely heard words like "proud" and "achievement", so he knew that he was getting a positive message from her. But something was playing on his mind and he needed to make sure that his worry wasn't justified. So, he pulled his mother to the side and posted a question - [color=DarkOrange]"Mum... I know I wasn't really supposed to be in this coven. Do you think my Dad would be rather upset I'm not joining his coven?"[/color] The ginger looked uncharacteristically nervous, and his mother could tell, so she put a hand on his face and smiled at him. "I only knew your Dad for a few days. But just from those days I know that he wouldn't have cared what coven you were at. Just what kind of man you turned out to be. And he'd be proud of the man you are now." Charlie smiled and gave his mother a hug before the pair went back to the group, and Charlie went to go and grab some more food. 

The evening went on, and the crowd eventually began to thin. Charlie's mother eventually left too, giving her son another hug and an embarrassing kiss on the cheek before departing with some of the other middle aged coven women, probably to go and drink some wine and talk about candles or something. Charlie gulped down some more fried okra before walking over towards the other initiates, his large bag slung over his shoulder. He was pretty excited to be spending the summer here with the others, and hoped that they were all equally as excited to be doing the same thing. If he was excited before, when Sister Lark mentioned they were going to be spending the night camping, Charlie's face positively lit up. He loved camping and doing outdoorsy stuff, and he knew lots of those outdoors camping hacks to start fires and clean water and stuff. 

Charlie was a little disappointed as he arrived and found out that he wasn't going to be able to impress everyone by putting up a tent really efficiently and quickly, but sleeping under the stars was also really cool. As he saw others were vanishing into the trees to go and get changed, he went off to do the same thing, finding a secluded spot to change. He took off his hoodie, then changed from his Watford F.C kit to some Watford F.C pyjamas, a blindingly yellow t-shirt with a small logo in the corner and some black shorts. While slipping on the shirt he fell over and cursed quietly, but soon righted himself and returned to the campsite around the same time as Calypso. He chuckled good naturedly at her pig onesie before sitting down and warming his hands in the fire. He glanced over at Calypso with a smile on his face a few times before Dakota appeared. 

[color=DarkOrange]"Oooh, ghost stories, that sounds rather fun."[/color] He heard fragments of Dakota's conversation with Calypso, and he frowned slightly. [color=DarkOrange]"I also know how to rig up a small fishing line, so we could perhaps go down to the creek and catch a fish to eat! While not being high, of course."[/color] He said the last part loudly. 

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