[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200601/9d2d0c98a2d87bf1928264c71df98f4f.png[/img]

[b][i][color=SkyBlue]"Nooooo..."[/color][/i][/b]

Dakota's groan was almost guttural in nature, a most unpleasant noise escaping her lips as she felt Sister Lark's hand against her shoulder. She tried to prattle through some excuses at first. [color=SkyBlue]"Sister, it's too early, I had a long day yesterday, I need sleep, my body clock is gonna be [i]ruined,[/i] please~..."[/color] Dakota attempted, having since rolled onto her stomach, but it seemed as though Sister Lark was not going to budge, so Dakota reluctantly crawled out of her sleeping bag like a butterfly leaving its cocoon for the first time, giving a couple stretches as she listened to what Sister Lark had to say. [i]Roommates.[/i] Dakota was surprised that she was so troubled about the rooming list. Dakota was the type of person that could get along with most people pretty well, and she thought that she had a pretty good relationship with most of the girls, at least, but the events of the previous night had planted a seed of irritation in her chest. 

[color=SkyBlue]"Pancakes sounds nice,"[/color] Dakota noted, taking in one last whiff of the wonderful outdoors before picking up Astro, who was still curled up by her sleeping bag. [color=SkyBlue]"Come on, little guy,"[/color] Dakota cooed, carrying the ferret in her arms while simultaneously following the rest of the group back to the house, her hands linked behind her head as she strolled back. The smell of pancakes wafted through the air, and Dakota couldn’t help but crack a bright smile as she strolled into the doors of the Coven house. It was when all the newly-inducted witchlings raced into the foyer like a pack of wild dogs hunting meat that caused Dakota to suddenly remember the rooming situation. Dakota did a quick sign of the cross before crossing both her fingers and her toes. She then elbowed past a couple of witchlings and stood on her tippy-toes to see...no Summer! Sadly, Dakota hadn’t ended up with Callie- she matched Calypso’s look of disappointment quickly before looking back at the board- but Rebecca seemed pretty chill overall. And Iris was...well, interesting. Overall, it wasn’t a bad haul at all. Dakota was a little disappointed that she wasn’t with Calypso, but it wasn’t like them being in separate rooms would compel them to live separate lives until the end of time. Dakota had ways, anyway.

The brunette entered the kitchen and deposited Astro on a table, snagging a pancake and tossing it over to the ferret like a frisbee. [color=SkyBlue]"Bon appetit!"[/color] she called to the familiar, who began to devour the pancake, before she then promptly piled up on pancakes with zeal, the four flapjacks stacked so haphazardly that they looked like a toppling Jenga tower. Syrup dripped like raindrops from the pancakes as Dakota located Calypso and made her way over, aggressively sticking the fork directly into the stack to free up her hand.  [color=SkyBlue]"Looks like you have a fun room!”[/color] Dakota said with a warm smile as she spoke. [color=SkyBlue]"Fun rooms for a fun summer, right? Anyway, make sure you leave your window unlocked tonight. I might swing by once it gets dark out if you don’t mind. Maybe bring Curly and Beck too."[/color] Dakota smiled. [color=SkyBlue]"Might want to hurry up and eat those pancakes before they get all soggy,"[/color] she commented, using her fork to cut off a corner, before promptly stuffing it into her mouth. She swallowed and smiled again. [color=SkyBlue]"I packed a ouija board that I'm 99% sure has a real ghost in it, we totally have to try it at some point. Plus, nobody can possibly stand going a whole summer with no Astro!"[/color] Dakota chuckled as she cut off another piece of pancake. [color=SkyBlue]"Thanks for...well, thanks for everything last night, Cal. I owe you one, big time."[/color]

[hr][hr][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200712/edf0998ad01154ef42e41d95654c9a27.png[/img]

Unlike Dakota, who would have slept through the whole month had she not been interrupted, Jean-Luc was an early riser. The early bird catches the worm, after all, and Jean-Luc was not the type to give up the worm so easily. And so he had gotten up a good bit before everybody else, just as the sun began to creep its way into the sky, and made his way back to the coven house. He kept his hands in his pockets, walking casually through the dewey forest, looking down at the path as he went. 

Jean-Luc was quite happy, truth be told, to be done with the forest. He liked nature as much as the next guy, and certainly didn’t have a problem with forests, or trees, or living things. However, when he was forced to [i]sleep[/i] surrounded by these things throughout the entire night, with only a sleeping bag to comfort him, he became less fond of the natural elements. Jean-Luc audibly sighed with relief as the coven house came into view from behind the trees. Civilization again, at long last. 

As he made his way over to the porch, he saw one of the elders- Sister Lark- pass him by and walk out to the forest, from whence he had come. [color=DarkMagenta]"Just a touch early, then,"[/color] he said to himself as he made his way into the house, hearing the hustle and bustle of the kitchen immediately. His eyes, instead of wandering towards the source of the commotion, however, instead moved towards the bulletin board; notably, a new document that had been freshly pinned moments before. Jean-Luc walked through, glad he had just dodged the crowd, and leaned in to take a glance. [color=DarkMagenta]"Charlie..."[/color] he noted, again to himself, as he looked at the list. He was rather familiar with the other youth, though neutral in opinion of him, as he was of a great majority of people in the Coven. He was a bit too nice, in his opinion, but not too annoying, which was good. Jean-Luc didn’t know who this other Jeremy fellow was at all. Maybe a younger witchling that got thrown into the bunch? Still, Jean-Luc would’ve thought that he would have heard of them by now. Lovelie was a gossip machine. 

[color=DarkMagenta]"Well, let’s get situated,"[/color] Jean-Luc instructed his luggage, before waving his hand. His bags gently lifted off into the air and followed Jean-Luc up the stairs, into the as-of-yet empty room. [color=DarkMagenta]”Go. Unpack. And hurry,"[/color] Jean-Luc snapped, and the bags wasted no time, immediately depositing all manner of stuff on top of the nearby single bed and into the closet as if all his luggage had a mind of its own. The last bag was less of a bag and closer to a carrier box, which Jean-Luc happily flicked open, a tanned and patterned boa constrictor slinking out. Jean-Luc took the snake into his hands, looking at it with much more appreciation and joy than he ever did with any of his peers. [color=DarkMagenta]"Here’s your new home, Ghede. Hope you find it suitable,"[/color] Jean-Luc said, allowing the serpent to slither from his arms into a glass vivarium that had unpacked itself. Smiling as he fell back on his bed, Jean-Luc snagged a book on charms that he had left on his bed, and began to read, kicking his feet up and relaxing. Soon the other two would be coming to disrupt him, but for now, Jean-Luc was alone, and that was the way he liked it best. 
[/center]