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

Dakota listened to her friend talk, giggling as she mentioned that playing with haunted Ouija boards was probably a bad idea. For once, Dakota had to agree somewhat with Calypso's caution. Even she knew that angry ghosts weren't all sunshine and rainbows, and truth be told, Dakota didn't really know [i]how[/i] to get rid of them. She could ask her dad- Kai was an expert on the supernatural- but he was probably back in Tennessee already, so that wasn't exactly ideal. Dakota nodded eagerly as Calypso suggested reading their fortunes. She always loved getting her fortune told by Calypso. [color=SkyBlue]"Ooh! Yeah! Much better idea,"[/color] Dakota said as soon as she had swallowed her mouthful of pancake. [color=SkyBlue]"Your fortune-telling is always spot-on. I still remember last time you said that I had a bad omen, like, a couple of years ago, and guess what? Right after I got back home, bam, I broke my leg! Crazy how you can foresee that”[/color] Dakota said casually, twirling a piece of pancake on her fork. [color=SkyBlue]"Anyway, sounds like a plan! I'll swing in tonight, chill with the group. It'll be fun, especially because I'm pretty sure Lark is gonna put us to work tomorrow,"[/color] Dakota noted before stuffing her face again. 

Her eyes soon turned towards Alayna, who looked like she was being forced at gunpoint to talk to the two of them. Dakota frowned. She didn't [i]think[/i] she was that unpleasant to speak to. Luckily, it seemed as though Calypso was right on it, immediately enveloping the girl in her signature [s]death grip[/s] bear hug before prompting Dakota to talk to her, which the teen did all too willingly. [color=SkyBlue]"Alayna, right? Sorry, we haven't hung out too much recently...anyway, yeah, I'm Dakota, and I might be coming in through your window every so often. So please don't hex me on the way in, I'm not a wild animal. Except in bed,"[/color] she commented, snickering at her inappropriate joke. Her laughter sounded like something one would expect out of a hyena, or perhaps Muttley from Wacky Races. It was a strange combination of annoying and adorable. [color=SkyBlue]"Can't wait for my reading, Callie,"[/color] Dakota added, before she heard another voice get louder, apparently approaching them. Dakota looked up just before she saw some guy walk directly into Calypso. 

Dakota quickly sprung into action, waving her hand and casting a spell. A small cyclone quickly wrapped around Calypso's legs, catching the plate of falling pancakes on a draft before they hit the ground and rising them back up into Calypso's hands. Dakota looked at the other intruding teenager, who had managed to keep a hold of his own pancakes, somehow, and apologized before introducing himself and joining their little group. [color=SkyBlue]"Caleb, huh? You're new, right? I thought I saw you last night but we didn't speak...anyway, I'm Dakota, and this is Calypso, and this is Alayna..."[/color] Dakota gestured to those two as she addressed Caleb with a smile. [color=SkyBlue]"Nice scar, by the way. Maybe that's what I'll call you, [i]Scar,[/i] because it looks [i]sick,[/i]"[/color] Dakota complemented. [color=SkyBlue]"Same! It's so boring, just sitting at a table alone with a plate of pancakes...I bet that's what Summer is doing right now,"[/color] Dakota said with another wolfish snicker. [color=SkyBlue]"And, by the way, your cat is so adorable, that's such a great familiar, I bet Astro is gonna love her...Astro!"[/color] As soon as his name was called, Astro leaped away from David and ran over to where the group of four was standing, and then he promptly made a beeline for Bast, jumping onto the cat like a tiger pouncing on its prey and trying to wrestle the creature to the ground.

[color=SkyBlue]"Awww, look, they're playing!"[/color] Dakota said with a giggle, though Astro seemed more to be wrestling than 'playing.' She took a glance over at Calypso before addressing Caleb again. [color=SkyBlue]"Ooh, Scar, you should hang with us tonight, Calypso is gonna read our [i]fortunes[/i] and she's really good at what she does. Callie, you don't mind, right? Oh, and make sure you bring your cat. That thing is so adorable, Jesus, it's like a little baby cheetah..."[/color]

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

Jean-Luc was currently engrossed in the topic of the Thirty Years' War when he heard the door creak open again. Sitting as perfectly still as Charlie entered the room, Jean-Luc's head hardly moved as he looked up to examine the newcomer, before giving a grunt that sounded vaguely like [color=DarkMagenta]"hello"[/color] and giving a very small, pained wave, before resuming reading about the defenestration of Prague. He quickly became absorbed in the book once again, flipping through the pages quickly (he had always been a fast reader) before he heard yet another creek of the door. This time, Jean-Luc did put down his book, carefully folding the corner of the page into a dog-ear before laying the leather-bound book on the bed. He did want to see what this Jeremy fellow looked like, after all. He examined the pasty teen as he entered the room, laying his stuff down on the bed. He was tall, taller than Jean-Luc (who had been one of the taller ones of the new initiates, mind), but a regular-looking person in just about every other way. He spoke with a certain eloquence that made Jean-Luc give him the smallest inkling of respect, which, for the dark-skinned youth, was a pretty big deal. [color=DarkMagenta]"Jean-Luc. Agreed...I hope we can make [i]best use[/i] of our time in the coven house this summer,"[/color] said coolly.

Jean-Luc sat up on his bed, visibly cringing as he saw what Charlie had done to his side of the room. Jean-Luc did not like the color yellow. It was ugly and frankly very obnoxious, and this abomination of colors was now going to be facing him for the rest of the year.  [color=DarkMagenta]"I didn't realize you were so intrigued by bumblebees..."[/color] Jean-Luc said, his voice deep and modestly galled, one hand resting on the leather cover of his history book. [color=DarkMagenta]"I guess if you want to decorate like that, it's your prerogative..."[/color] Jean-Luc said with a sigh. [color=DarkMagenta]"Though if my knowledge of English football isn't mistaken, I thought Watford FC was a rather...what's the word...err, [i]woeful[/i] team. Hardly premier quality,"[/color] Jean-Luc noted, picking up his book and opening it again. [color=DarkMagenta]"Of course, you are more than free to support them...the Carolina Panthers aren't much better, anyway...but I personally would hold my enthusiasm for them until they start winning games."[/color]

[/center]