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[color=f6989d]“I don’t need a ritual…”[/color] Summer rolled her eyes at Rowans suggestion as her hair colour switched from ginger to black to pink, and back again. She didn’t see the point in helping the others disguise themselves…if they couldn’t do it, she wasn’t going to expend her own magic doing so. They quickly moved past that option though and she listened, uncharacteristically quietly, as the others discussed their plans, with only a few more eye rolls thrown in. Although she'd had a few cat naps in the car, she was feeling tired and even more grumpy than usual. If it had been up to her, they would've just flown to this god forsaken town. Or taken a limousine...at least then she would've been able to stretch her now aching legs. And it was best not to even get her started on the motel room. It was by the far the most bland place she had ever stayed in. Regardless of all of this, they were here now, and she supposed she had no choice but to get on with whatever hellish mission the elders had sent them on.

Letting out a small sigh, she brought up the map of the town on her phone as the other witches begun arguing about whether they should begin the search now or later. She honestly didn’t care but going out at night, when the vampires were at the greatest advantage, seemed kind of dumb to her. After seeing nothing of interest, she shoved her phone into the back pocket of her light denim jeans, before watching with mild regard as Isolde...and then most of the other witches, left the room. 

...Leaving her with Jeremy.

The fact that she was put out by this revelation was immediately obvious but before he would be able to comment on her displeased demeanour, her appearance had shifted, morphing into one that was eerily similar to the male witch’s, right down to the grey-blue eyes and neatly pressed clothes. A small smile crossed her (or more accurately his) face before she opened her mouth to speak. [color=f6989d]“[I]…Potential choke points, optimal spots for ambushes, we have no knowledge of any of these places.[/I]”[/color] She parroted in a creepily accurate voice before letting out a light laugh in her own southern tone. [color=f6989d]“God how old are you? You sound like one of the elders.”[/color] Summer muttered in reference to Jeremys earlier speech, which although totally sensible, had been a total bore-fest.  

Plopping herself on the edge of one of the beds, she lent back on her elbows, gaze still fixed unwaveringly on Jeremy. [color=f6989d]“So, how do we go about ‘fortifying’ our rooms then? My preference would just be to trick them into thinking we aren’t here but I’m up for pushing a chair under the doorknob or whatever…”[/color]
 Despite her mockery, she agreed with most of what he’d said, and he kind of seemed to know what he was talking about. She’d also either forgotten, or had purposefully kept up her guise, meaning that Jeremy was for all intents and purposes, speaking to a clone of himself. Although one with a now much higher pitched voice than his own. [color=f6989d]"Also, why are you such an expert on vampire hunting? As far as I was aware, most of us were in highschool until not that long ago and I really doubt they've added that to the SATs."[/color]

[@Rabidporcupine]