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Summer was maybe the second or third person in the room, which meant that she had managed to find herself sitting comfortably in one of the two chairs. She muttered a few cursory hellos as some of the other witches began to enter the room, quickly turning away when she saw the unwelcome sight that was Dakota, but otherwise remained content in staring impatiently at Sister Deborah as she waited for her to begin. Luckily she’d managed to avoid interacting with the former over the last few days. It wasn’t like she was scared of confrontation but, if she were honest with herself, she had enjoyed her newfound freedom and she didn’t want anything to spoil it. Her phone, whenever it managed to catch the spurious moments of signal, would ring near constantly with messages and phone calls from Olive. Thankfully, she could now just roll her eyes and ignore it. Sure her mother would be angry when she next saw her but she’d deal with that bridge when she met it. 

When the elder finally began to speak, she sat upright, straightening her dainty floral [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c8/a5/54/c8a55463e42ec5bc70e2ba87e410a880.jpg]skirt[/url] whilst listening intently. Although the time at the coven house had been admittedly relaxing, and she perhaps had found that a couple of the other witches were tolerable, she still was keen to have a chance to actually do something. Anything. Her whole life had been spent with days full of studying, extracurricular activities, practicing magic. To just be sat idle was such a foreign concept to her, and she could feel the impatience welling up inside her. But...vampires? Summer raised an eyebrow at this, wondering why the elders had deemed it sensible to send them on such a seemingly reckless and life-threatening mission. Surely it wouldn’t do the coven any good if they were all killed straight away. [color=f6989d]“Seriously?”[/color] She muttered under her breath, moving to twirl a piece of ginger hair between her fingers as she listened to the rest of the rigmarole. She couldn’t help but wonder if her sister had been on such a dangerous mission on her first go. Summer wasn’t sure, Olive having always kept the covens secrets close to her chest, but if she had she wanted to make sure she did even better. 

Standing up from her seat as Sister Deborah finished, she meandered over to her group, folding her arms across her chest when Jean-Luc began to read from the folder. [color=f6989d]“Well this is dumb...”[/color] She finally piped up, the scarce details of the mission making the ridiculousness of the whole thing even worse. [color=f6989d]“Anyway, I for one refuse to get killed on my first assignment, so I hope you all know what you’re doing.”[/color] Despite herself, Summer was studious and she knew bits & pieces about vampires from some of her readings. Her mind began to wander, slowly making a list of what she might need for such a trip. Maybe a gun would be useful. Her father had taught her how to shoot one (whilst laughing at the idea of how Summer would respond to someone threatening her) but she’d barely had any practice since then. It couldn’t be too difficult though. She’d managed to hit most of the targets they’d set up…

Realising that she had become distracted by her own thoughts, the redhead looked up when Cassandra spoke, asking if anyone was willing to drive. Fuck, why hadn’t she brought her car? Damn her mother on being so insistent about driving her up here. [color=f6989d]“My cars at home.”[/color] She replied bluntly, inwardly cursing herself for not having thought about this beforehand. [color=f6989d]“Hopefully one of the others has theirs...”[/color] Summer added after a few moments of awkward silence, in which she had just taken to staring at her sandals. She’d barely interacted with the witch and honestly, the girl was the complete opposite of the people she’d hung out with at home. The teen doubted that they’d have much in common...Cassandra really didn’t seem like a handspring and roundoff type. Because of this, idle small talk seemed all but pointless to her, so she’d simply shrugged her shoulders and wandered off after deciding that the conversation was over. 

After having grabbed a bag and gathered all the items that she deemed essential, she made her way outside. It didn’t take her long to find the others, who had crowded around the cars. Pausing, she folded her arms over her chest as she glanced between the two rides on offer. An Audi or a...a well, a car that looked like it might not even run. Or that she might get tetanus from. And although Summer found Charlie more tolerable than any of the other witches, she still didn’t want to have to spend half a day in a Ford of all things. [color=f6989d]“...I’ll go with Jean-Luc.”[/color] Summer finally said after much deliberation, striding over to the Audi and tossing her backpack into the trunk. [color=f6989d]“I hope you’re a good driver.”[/color] She muttered pointedly to Jean-Luc as she passed him, sliding into one of the backseats without another word. 

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