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The Sisters of the Dying Branch

"Hm, how interesting..." Summer replied nonchalantly when Jeremy began to explain his situation. She had an elbow propped on the table and was idly resting her chin atop her hand as a stream of other initiates began to introduce themselves to him. The witchling couldn't help but find his formal nature a little boring. The guy was a teenager like the rest of them right? Perhaps it was just because he was nervous but regardless, Summer still found herself stifling a small yawn. She'd hoped he would be someone fun to play with but was becoming increasingly unsure of this.

Her stomach rumbling at least provided a momentary distraction and just as she was considering standing up to get food, Sister Deborah strolled up to the podium. Even Summers attention was instantly drawn to the elder witch, who seemed to easily captivate the whole audience. Resting an arm on the back of her chair, her gaze passed over the witches who had crowded round. She couldn't immediately see her family but she was glad about this. Summer was under no illusions that no matter how smoothly the initiation process went, her mother would still point out something she'd done wrong or compare it to her sisters perfect day. Of course, she was excited to be a witch but this was mingled with a tinge of apprehension. Any other witchling might have shared these worries but Summer just swallowed her feelings. Luckily, her attention was diverted to Arken as he leant down to speak, a smile tugging at the edges of her lips at his words. "Stop trying to ruin my fun, Stone." She quipped back, tucking a piece of hair carefully behind her ear as he walked away. Summer had forgotten that Arken was actually fun to be around. Or at least someone she could tolerate without wanting to pull her hair out.

"Well, I hope you're excited. I've heard the wellspring is an amazing place." She commented as her focus strayed back to Jeremy. Before he could respond, however, Calypso had returned and for some strange reason, wanted her chair back. Summer watched the interaction between the two with mild amusement sketched across her otherwise calm features. She hadn't been able to resist the temptation of switching over the name cards. Everyone had been far too distracted and deep in conversation to notice the slight glimmer in the air when they'd moved, and it had been equally as easy to put them back. "It was just a simple mistake I guess. Easy to make." She shot a half-hearted smile at Calypso before her attention was diverted by Charlie proposing that they walk to the house.

"Sure, why not. I'd say you should join us too Jeremy but you wouldn't want to miss out on the zucchini now, would you?" The edge of sarcasm in Summer's voice was undeniable and although it was annoying to let the newcomer fall into someone else's hands, Alexander seemed determined on introducing him to every single witchling present. It was probably for the best anyway. She'd end up being far too tempted to push him into the Wellspring if he started to bore her.

"Anyway...you coming, Maggie?" Instead, she called over to the quiet girl who had been studiously reading her book, briefly looking her up and down. "I totally love your dress by the way." It really was very difficult to tell if Summer was being genuine, her expression betraying none of her true thoughts. To anyone who didn't know her it would come across as a friendly compliment but whether this was true was another issue. "It really suits you...doesn't it suit her Charlie?" She continued on as they began to walk to the house, treading carefully so that she didn't dirty her sandals whilst they crossed the field. "Have you seen what some people chose to wear? You'd think they were going to go work on a farm or something. It really is kind of embarrassing." Summer let out a light laugh at her own comment, her gaze straying over a few of the other witchlings who were walking ahead of them.

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

Brie smiled gently at Will as he checked on her, compliantly letting him move her arms this way and that. Even if she had hurt herself, which she probably hadn't, the alcohol pretty much numbed everything so she felt perfectly fine. She might have a couple of bruises in the morning but that wasn't exactly anything to cry over. "I'm okay. It's kinda comfy down here actually." Brie had no intention of moving herself but suddenly Will had picked her up, proceeding to set her down in a relatively quiet spot away from the circle of dancers. Her gaze briefly strayed back to them, letting out a light giggle as someone who looked suspiciously like Piranha Man attempted (and failed) to do the splits. Distracted by this poor attempt at gymnastics, she only just registered what Will had said, her focus quickly flitting back to him.

"Oh, no! Don't go!" She pouted, wrapping both her arms protectively around one of his. "Can you stay with me please? You might get lost if you go!" Her eyes widened as she said this, apparently thinking that this was a real possibility. Patting the spot on the couch next to her, she attempted to pull him to sit down before resting her head against his shoulder. Will was so great...and this has been a good party. No, the best party! She'd have to tell Blake so tomorrow. Yeah, she'd definitely remember to do that. She was certain of it...

The next day...

Brie kept her eyes squeezed shut as she slowly came to, trying her best to will herself back to sleep. She didn't want to wake up yet. It was way too early. And why could she hear voices? Did Jamie have the TV on or something? Oh god, she was probably watching Glee again. She wasn't sure if she could deal with another rendition of 'Don't Stop Believin', especially if she was hungover. Last night was a bit of a blur but she knew for certain that she'd drunk a lot. The last thing she could recall was sitting on the couch with Will and then there was just...nothing. It was a little strange but not unheard of, so she wasn't particularly worried.

Shifting on the floor, she suddenly realised that she wasn't in her own bed. Her exposed skin felt cold against the hard surface she was laid on, and she couldn't make out the usual weight of Dogs head as it rested against her feet. It wasn't uncomfy per se but it for sure wasn't the lumpy mattress she was used to. For the briefest of moments, a wave of panic overcame her as she was pulled back to all those times she had slept on a cold floor. But, no, she was being silly. This definitely wasn't Brookside. It smelt way too nice.

Begrudgingly, she peeped open her eyes, inwardly cursing at the bright light. She could recognise the form of Will not too far from her which was reassuring at least. As she fully came to, she realised that the voice definitely was not any of the Glee cast and was infact, one that she didn't recognise. "Urgh, why is he talking so loud. Will someone tell him to shut up." Brie grumbled unhappily, placing her hands over her ears in an attempt to drown Nero out, every word he was saying sending a sharp jolt of pain through her head. Sitting up, she blearily blinked at the television screen, a wave of dizziness overcoming her as she tried to focus on the image in front of her. Brie's hair was a complete mess, half-falling out of the buns she had tied it in, and she roughly pulled at the hair ties to let her long brown locks fall down her back.

"Wait, what...why are Grace and Eliza on TV?" Staring at the screen, her very tired and very hungover brain was unable to make sense of the scene at first. "They don't look so good...Oh..." As she slowly began to comprehend Neros words, her face paled, partly from worry and partly from the nausea that had begun to settle in her stomach. Brie had no idea what had happened to them but it definitely was not good. In fact, it seemed very very bad. At least Blake seemed confident. He said it would be a walk in the park, so that meant things were probably gonna be okay. She hoped so anyway - she was far too hungover to die.

Unsteadily getting to her feet, she meandered over to Blake so that she could take a closer look at the map he was holding. Bries face was a picture of confusion as she tried to make sense of it, the young hero being unable to understand even a single word in latin. "Nope sorry! I don't know what any of those words mean. Looks like gobbledygook to me. Er...why don't you let Rumi have a look? He's like totally smart and stuff." She gave a half-hearted shrug before wandering back over to Will, taking to leaning against him whilst she watched the unknown hero. "Who's that guy?" Brie whispered, her green eyes tracking the stranger as he wandered outside. She had completely missed the part about ogres so she had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe he was still drunk or something. Yeah, that was probably it.

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

"Well you're pretty and handsome!" The young hero chimed back as they settled into place, the pair now being surrounded by several other inebriated dancers. As they danced, Brie wobbled unsteadily on her feet, being only mere moments from toppling over. Luckily she had the sense to grip onto Will's arm and was able to steady herself before she fell unceremoniously to the floor. Wedge sandals may have been a cute pairing with her outfit but they were a disaster in the making after a few drinks. It really was a miracle that she had not yet found herself face-first on the floor. "Whoops, that was close!" She grinned tipsily, moving her arms so that they were loosely wrapped around his neck, the added height from her shoes at least being useful for something.

Looking him up and down, Brie couldn't help but let out a small laugh at how they were moving. It wasn't how she'd normally dance to club music but it was nice anyway, even if Will did look incredibly awkward. "I like dancing with you." She smiled lightly as they swayed back & forth. It was a pretty obvious thing to state but Brie was drunk, and drunk Brie often blurted out things that needn't be said out loud. Unfortunately for Will, she wasn't being the greatest conversationalist at that particular moment. There was a lot of things sober her would want to say. Like, was he okay and where had he been? But current Brie barely knew what time it was, let alone ask such serious questions.

This thought was soon interrupted anyway when a Starbright favourite, 'Elaborate Posing', started blasting through the speakers. Even a heavily inebriated Brianna couldn't help but pull a face at this, her nose scrunching at the autotuned pop. Unfortunately, she had also remained oblivious to the several people who had dashed onto the dancefloor, eager to break out their best poses as the chorus began. Brie was wholly unprepared for this and when a hero roughly barged past her, she lost her balance, her legs suddenly slipping out from underneath her. This time the world actually was spinning as she tumbled to the floor, and she was unable to stop herself from letting out a loud squeak of surprise.

"Ouch..." Brie blinked as sat up, looking extremely disorientated. Luckily it was carpeted floor so she wasn't really hurt but she still had no idea what had just happened. Most of the people around her were so drunk that they hadn't noticed her fall and were still aggressively posing. Glancing around, she suddenly realised that she'd half-dragged Will down with her, not having had the sense to untangle her arms from around his neck. "Oops, I'm sorry!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She began to needlessly panic as she attempted to pull him closer so she could look at him, failing to notice that she was still sat in the middle of the crowded dancefloor.

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

Brie had contentedly remained on the couch, during which time several other drunk & rowdy partygoers had squeezed themselves either side of her. Sitting cross-legged, she'd briefly made some nonsensical small talk with a couple of them, the previous debate about soda flavours having slipped in there. She had also been witness to Blakes loud declaration of love to Angie, which she was still laughing about. The guy was such a cheeseball. A very drunk cheeseball. Not that Brie could really say anything. She'd forgotten exactly how many drinks she'd had but it was definitely a lot. It also didn't help that she'd made herself and Jamie celebratory Strawberry Margaritas earlier in the day (well she'd bought a mix and added tequila & ice...but that definitely still counted!). They'd been super tasty as well so she'd probably had one too many. Speaking of...

She glanced back down at her can of beer, wondering how she was going to get it open when it was suddenly plucked from her grip. "Hey! That's mine-..." Brie began to exclaim, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance until a new can was carefully placed into her hand... It was open now! "Oh. Thanks!" She chimed happily, tilting her head back to see who had come to her rescue. The sudden head movement made the room violently spin and Brie found herself having to blink a few times. After a couple of seconds, it stopped looking like she was riding on the twisty part of a rollercoaster and she could, sort of, focus on his face.

Oh, it was Will! He'd found her!

"Will! You're hereeee! Where've you been? I've missed you!" Her words came out in an excited, drunken jumble, although thankfully she was still at least semi-coherent. Brie wasn't one to easily admit such feelings but she had missed Will, and not just during the party. Maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other as much recently but Brie still found herself getting the sensation of butterflies when she saw him. She wasn't entirely sure what that meant though so she just sort of ignored it. It was probably just because he was so much fun to hang out with. "You look soooo pretty." Her nose crinkled slightly as she smiled up at him, a couple of stray strands of hair falling loose from her buns.

Reaching up as if to pull him into a hug, she suddenly seemed to change her mind, instead clambering over the couch so that she was stood next to him. "We should go dance!" Her eyes widened in excitement as she grabbed ahold of his hand, lacing her fingers between his own. He might feel a slight buzz of electricity when she did this. Nothing painful per se but it was still unusual for her to be shocking people so frequently. Swaying on her feet, she began to pull him into the crowd of people who were squished into the living room. Some of them were dancing...or at least attempting to, with most being so drunk that it was little more than swaying or what looked like poorly executed break dancing. Brie unsteadily bumped into quite a few others as she did so but luckily, no-one seemed to care.

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