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The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Cassandra looked down and realized she'd forgotten her purse. Cussing up a storm (cursing was something extremely different, in her experience), she went back to the food table. As she found the black leather bag, she also saw Hana there, lagging behind the rest of the witchlings. Huh. I thought everybody was already up at the house.

"Oh, hello, Hana. I almost didn't see you there." Cassandra gave Hana a warm grin as she went up to the potioneer witch. "Mind walking down to the house with me? I could certainly use the company, and I've got a few ideas I want to talk to you about, if you'd be so good."

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“What could go wrong?” Oh, how Rebecca rolled her eyes at that statement. Every witch in the world knew far better than to tempt the fates like that. Still, she managed to keep her spirits up- though she did a quick search for a four leaf clover, just in case. “Don’t think like that, Rowan. If you believe you’re going to fail, then that’s what will happen. But if you believe you’ll succeed…” The medium tapped the side of her head. “It’s all up here, Rowan. That’s what decides how you do.”

It was then that Kate came up, making a crack about summoning Satan. “I hope not, Kate. Besides the obvious problems with calling up the Lord of Evil- and how would you put him back down- I don’t want to even guess at the cost we’d have to pay. Whatever it is, I’m pretty sure it’s not that.” Thank god.

Redhart Academy: A Fantasy/Horror RP

My lamia should fit in just fine with a little adapting.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Rebecca listened to Sister Deborah's speech with interest. She let out a whispered "Thank you" when the coven's leader mentioned those who had passed in the previous year- she couldn't see any of their ghosts around, but it didn't hurt to give her respects. Finally, the moment arrived. Sister Deborah told them all to meet for the binding ritual, and she let out a very unladylike yelp of sheer joy.

The medium was absolutely off like a shot, making a beeline for the house. On the way, she saw Rowan heading there as well. "Hey, Rowan. Mind if I join you?" Without even so much as waiting for a response in her giddiness, she continued on. "Any idea what they're going to throw at us? I've asked a few of the spirits, out of sheer curiosity, but they've all been careful not to let anything slip out."

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Cassandra sat bolt upright when Sister Deborah started her speech. She knew exactly what this meant. After going through the usual motions, and a moment of silence for those who had passed, the coven's leader got to the point that the cursewright had been waiting for: listing the names of the new witches and telling them to meet for the ritual. With a grin on her face, she headed straight for the house, almost feeling light enough to fly. Almost- she'd leave the aerobatics to Dakota.

A few of the other witchlings were already there, and Cassandra caught sight of Iris. The other girl had been interested in golems lately; taking the phrase 'making new friends' a little too literally for her taste, but to each their own. She gave Iris a curt but friendly nod. "So, who's the buddy you've got over there, Iris? Somebody new?"

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"Listen, Alayna. I've heard all the damn rumors... And I don't believe them for a second. If you meant to betray us, you'd have done it already." Rebecca took a long, slow sip of her water. "No offense." Eventually, Rebecca found her way over to her assigned seat, smack between Iris and Alex. She was rather comfortable with both of them, but after all these years, there wasn't anybody she really wasn't on good terms with.

"Sorry I'm a little tardy, you two. But then again, it is appropriate for a medium to be late, you know?" She giggled a tad at her own hideous pun, then sighed. "Honestly, I just want today to be over. All this anticipation, wondering what the elders have in store for us- it's playing all sorts of hell with my nerves."

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"And I'm Cassandra," the blonde said with a grin. "If you ever need someone well-versed in the Dark Arts, come find me. I admit, it's usually not the most in-demand of magical talents, but it does have its uses." She took the flask from Kate, noting the deep green color of the contents. As she pocketed it, she gave the potioneer a gentle, almost imperceptible nod. "Thank you, Kate. You're right; these will help me create some pretty cool new spells, or at least travel with them."

She then gave Jeremy the once-over; it didn't exactly hurt that he was attractive in an off-beat sort of way. "No offense meant, Jeremy, but it's somewhat odd to see a newcomer here for the first time at the initiation. Honestly, you've got me kind of curious. Why join the Dying Branch instead of another coven? Why us?"

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"I get you, Alayna. But it's all they've been working for, all these years. They just want to see all their hard work- and ours- pay off." Rebecca smiled as she took a small spoonful of potatoes, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And- though you didn't hear this from me- I'm eager to see what I can do with the power of the wellspring at my beck and call. I've been working on channeling ghosts, but I'm not quite strong enough. Everything I get is... fuzzy." The medium shrugged as a gust of wind blew a leaf onto her nose, and she wiped it off with a sneeze. "But that's neither here nor there. We'll be able to do what we'll be able to do, I guess."

"You know, I kind of envy you. The physical is all around us, and you just need to reach out your hand to make it obey you. Me, I need to go out and find the spirits, whether in the world or the next. It's not as... available. What about you, Alayna? Anything you've been working on? I mean, I guess there's only so much you can do with elementalism, but surely there's something up your sleeve."

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“Well, most of them are good people. I’m a little bit nervous about Summer and Charlie, though. You know how I act? That’s how she actually is. And Charlie’s just an asshole, plain and simple.” Cassandra smiled as Kate slid in on her other side. Everyone thought her magic was dangerous, but the potioneer made her nervous. She could easily slip something into your soda, and you’d never have a clue. Not that she thought Kate would ever do something like that. The two had a pretty professional relationship, and Cassandra often asked her for potion advice.

“But Kate? She’s the best of the bunch,” Cassandra said with a grin as she raised her glass of Coke in salute. “Say, Kate, you got any more of that diced sentimentality? I need it for something I’m working on. New way of storing spells.”

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Rebecca was at the party early, as always. She wasn’t the kind of girl to waste a second of her day- she’d learned that time was precious from her magic. The medium looked at a seemingly empty space, a few of her pals from the world beyond were here for her. Jennifer gave her a little nod. The other girl was dressed in the robes she’d hoped to wear for her binding, all those years ago. “It’ll be fine, Beck. If it was supposed to be harmful, they wouldn’t do it.”

“I know, I know, but I’m still a little nervous. What if my powers aren’t strong enough?”

“You’re one of the most talented witches I’ve ever met. Trust your magic, and you’ll succeed.”

The redhead motioned her agreement to the spirit, then went to join the living. She shivered a little bit, heat be damned- she always felt uncomfortable when she returned to her flesh and blood body after projecting for a little while. She’d hoped it would be gone by now, but it seemed today’s situation was worse than normal. Alas.

She got herself a small plate of vegetables and found her spot, next to Alayna. Not a bad choice of partner for the day. “Hey there, Layna. Hope you’re ready for the big show.”