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“Diane.” Diane nodded politely at Sam, stabbing a few more potatoes and trying to scarf them down in between breaths. The girl ate like she was in boot camp. Misfit? Was she? Mmm .. maybe. Okay, it was fair enough. She looked down. Mom cooks great. Me, I burn water. Really. I set off all the smoke alarms in the house, turned the bottom of the pan literally glowing red hot and the meat I was preheating to ash.

Then in came Ash. “Video?” Diane looked confused. “Which one? Oh wait, you must mean Sarah’s thing. Yes, she started that. She made an alt account thinking she can’t get caught. I haven’t … handled it yet. Karma is a bitch. Her boyfriend, Martin, he and his friend are the ones who dumped the garbage in my guitar. I can prove it. Sarah knows it. I sort of blackmailed her before we went to see the Dean. I’m not done with any of them. But Karma takes time. Patience is everything.”

She paused. “Uhm … names … “ she pointed at Sam .. “Ssss .. don’t tell me. Sammm. Wait … Sam. I’m really bad with names. She looked at Ash. She shook her head trying to strain her memory. Finally she gave up. Truth was, Ash hadn’t said her name yet.

She turned to Jessica. “Jessica. You just said it. I need to write these down or I will never remember them.” She flipped her laptop open and booted it up in seconds. But unlocking it too a dual biometric security - thumbprint and retinal. She pulled a small digital camera out of her purse and stood up and snapped a quick shot, sat down and the image popped up on her screen. She tapped at the screen and the images separated. What looked like torn pieces of paper appeared at the bottom of each photo. Then she pulled out a stylus and started writing in calligraphy each name below the image.

“There, now I’ll never forget.”

She closed the photos down and the desktop came back up with a scene from the new Heather Daniels movie. Heather Daniels was the next JK Rowling and had written two out of three books of a trilogy. The first book had become a major hit. It was a fantasy tale about Earth being invaded by a fantasy realm in 1870. Earth began the war with no comprehension of real magic or how to fight it. In book one they were losing badly.

She shut the laptop down and put it away so she could finish eating. She glanced up between bites. “So .. St-t-t .. Keeler something. What happened?”

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Yeah, common misunderstanding .. thanks to Hollywood. What Reusable said ... witch is used for both male and female. LOL, with a name like Troy ... how about Trojan Man?

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Going to grab some sleep soon. Also, going to let Vrani post next. And maybe Reusable can get something in the character section.

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And as the three main coven members are ready, feel free to spot Diane, discuss her, whether and how to approach, etc.

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@Virani Looks good, just needs to be in the Character tab.

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Well, first let's get the characters to meet and activate powers, maybe play with them a little (not necessarily smart). Just in doing that we may end up with some plots.

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LOL, my Ex was wiccan. She lied before we got married. In fact she waited almost 2 years to tell me AFTER we were married. Very unhealthy choice on her part. But I took it well enough and asked to attend some of her functions - mainly to understand her faith. None of the sacred events, just larger functions ... like Yule ... holidays. I have been in just about every kind of church you have heard of. Far as I was concerned ... any religion that didn't practice death and destruction to all civilization was fine by me. It's all about respect.

Yeah, I see auras. (I have no clue what the colors mean.) I'm a precog and postcog. And I got banned from being anywhere near my friends playing board games like Monopoly as dice acted funny every time I came around. The best one was when my wife was adding hotels to Boardwalk ... and I asked who was playing the race car. The guy looked up and I winced and said "Sorry." He landed on Boardwalk the next roll.

Anyways .. to answer, that's fine.

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Grr .. I hate auto spelling. Sight instead of site. Gah.

Anyways ... made a 1st post to introduce Diane. No rush for first responses. I figure the ladies would want to approach Diane as a group - so that would mean waiting for Vrani to make the 4th witch. That will give Reusable a little more time as well.

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The school year at Model High School in Rome, GA started Thursday Aug 1, 2019. Diane arrived a week late (Thursday Aug 8). The clothes she wore looked like something she got at Goodwill when she first arrived. Blue jeans a bit worn and a blue jean looking blue shirt. She walked with a limp and looked like she had been in a bad accident recently. But that wasn’t what doomed her to the life of a social pariah. She arrived in a salvage yard truck to be dropped off by her father. Her father wouldn’t let her just get out and walk. No, she had to live through the embarrassment of being dropped off right in front of the main entrance.

Oddly enough she was all smiles. But he time it took was plenty for the local mean girls to get ready with their smartphones to take a video of her getting out. If she noticed she paid it no mind. But her fame - or perhaps infamy - spread by the next day. A video short of her showed up on Facebook with a caption. Junkyard Jane.

It didn’t stop there. She had dropped off a guitar case in the music department - so she wouldn’t have to carry it everywhere. By midday Friday a new video of her opening her guitar case to find her guitar covered with trash had surfaced. This time she was less amused. She had stripped down the guitar, removing the strings completely so she could get the muck out of the body of the guitar. But even with her best efforts the guitar now stank.

Very uncool.

The teacher was livid. Diane shook her head quietly and told him she didn’t think it was anyone in his class. Karma had a way of catching up with people. She said she’d try to fix it at home.

She arrived in Environmental Science carrying her stinky guitar. The teacher looked around trying to figure out where the smell was coming from. She pointed at her guitar and quietly asked if she could set it up at the front near the door. That was when a janitor arrived with some car fresheners. Diane smiled and thanked him and looped one over the neck of the guitar and dumped the rest around the guitar itself. Then she closed the case. It looked like she was closing a casket. She didn’t explain the smell.

Then the teacher started asking for students to turn in assignments, excluding Diane. But Diane just smiled and handed in a small stack - the past week’s work. “Only a week. And I’ll be fine for the test Monday. I’m caught up.” Her father arrived with the salvage truck to pick up Diane’s guitar to take it home.

And that was Diane. No looks of desperation. Mildly amused annoyance. Scheming notions of revenge on the people bullying her - and maybe a little pity for them if she decided to act on them. They were way out of their league. She had expected the social media coverage.

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Monday Aug 12, 2019

She showed up Monday dressed in slender denim overalls and a white T shirt and denim jacket, cute black boots, hair styled, manicured, probably pedicured. She parked a blue vintage 1946 Dodge pickup, its permit already displayed. A temporary sticker was proudly displayed in the rear window - low enough that it couldn’t block her view - that simply said Go Green. Recycle. It was quite the transformation. It was as if, to her, the whole cyberbullying issue was a non issue. She carried her guitar with her. The case was new. This one had a biometric thumbprint lock.

She walked right past the kids who had taken the video on the previous Thursday and smiled and winked at the head cheerleader’s boyfriend whose eyes tracked Diane’s movements. He had been one of the two boys that dumped trash in her guitar case. The head cheerleader angry - though whether she was madder at Diane or her boyfriend was a good question.

“Slut!” the girl called Diane out.

Diane stopped in her tracks, turned and looked at the other girl. “Is that really the best you could come up with? How about … you soulless soul-sucking skank? Soulless because you sold yours long ago. Soul-sucking because you need to feed off your so called friends to make up for the one you sold. Skank because …. Well …”

“HEY! YOU TWO!” It was the school security. His voice stopped the cat fight that was about to erupt in the parking lot before it happened.

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Diane was spotted again until Lunch. Diane had found the visit to the Dean’s office amusing. Unfortunately for the the school, neither girl would talk. And the simple fact that security had no idea what had led up to the near confrontation before interrupting it they couldn’t even justify Detention.

The incident had, however, made Diane a pariah. She found herself sitting alone at lunch with multiple tupperware type containers and a plastic drink bottle such as a jogger would use. The drink bottle contained a rich dark hot tea. One of the other containers had a thick soup in it - chicken gumbo. Another had some sort of salad with all sorts of unidentifiable ingredients. The last container was quartered red potatoes. She was smiling as she enjoyed her piping hot meal.

At another table, the cheerleader and her friends were talking. Every now and then one would look over at Diane.

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Here is a good site about Necromancy. It is generally considered Black Magic. And if the other witches are white, it would tear the coven apart.

blackwitchcoven.com/how-to-learn-blac…