[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#B22222]Cassiopeia Hood[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/3b8cc83d5fa1d5da5433bb178b35c3a7/tumblr_inline_ndo15zlvpy1rg1vaj.gif[/img][hr][color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Inside Tower
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	[color=#B22222]”That was an incredibly corny line,”[/color] Cass informed Rose before she kissed her lightly and accepted her help upstairs. The shower was painful but nice. It was the most alone time she had gotten with Rose since they agreed to be in a relationship. Cassandra didn’t need a lot of intimate contact, but being exhausted and in pain, her guards came down, allowing her to enjoy Rose’s help in the shower.

	The night proved to be uneventful, with Layla sleeping mere feet away from them and Cass’s injury. However, Cass’s mind was full of dreams. She felt the wind across her face from Layla’s missed pillow attack. The last memories of the dreams danced along the edge of her subconscious mind as she slowly became more aware.
	Layla’s hand brushed Cassandra’s leg, examining the wound before she poked her. Cass opened her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her. [color=#B22222]”How does it look?”[/color] Cassandra kissed Rose’s shoulder before she sat up and stretched. She yawned, moved the blankets, and looked over her wound. It looked okay, and as Cassandra moved, it didn’t feel that bad anymore. Good. Hopefully, she will be helpful today.

[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#F08080]Willow Jones[/color][/h2][img]https://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/34400000/Klaus-Mikaelson-Caroline-Forbes-klaus-and-caroline-34448889-245-245.gif[/img][hr][color=#F08080]Location:[/color] Tower 
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	Willow lay curled up on her bed, not feeling very ambitious. She heard the door shut and opened her eyes. Today they would devise a plan to take down Maleficent. Willow shifted and sat up. She wrapped her arms around bent legs and rested her cheek on her knees, staring thoughtfully at the door.
	Maleficent was an unknown villain to her, but somehow, she felt connected to Maleficent. She had been the one responsible for putting her mother to sleep for reasons her own, but it was still something traumatic. Now here Willow was the second generation, trying to stop her from taking over yet again. Sighing, Willow got up, ready to start the day.
	About twenty minutes later, Willow walked downstairs and joined Sierra at the table. [color=#F08080]”Good morning,”[/color] she greeted all who were there.