Bad Witch

stats: Katriel (Kat) Jones, 21, she/her/hers, witch, college student

side: bad

what happened to her in the last three years?

Kat went away for college to Wharton, her parents almer mater, and largely forgot about Havensdale and the coming war. For a while at least, and then she got a message from her parents asking her to come home for the start of the big event, so she did. At first it was nice to be with her family again, and then the town was magically sealed off and she couldn’t leave.

Stuck in a shitty literal dead end town with all the people she hated. Yay. 

  what is she up to now?

- Was studying a business degree, has deferred the semester at this stage because she just mentally can’t cope with college and being literally trapped here.

- Still a bitch lmao

- Not really getting super involved in war stuff, she thinks its a bit stupid even if she is firmly on the bad side.

wanted plots

- hookups etc

- other bad witches/warlocks to try to convince her to take a more active role in the war

- People on the good side trying to convince her to switch sides.

Call your boyfriend Tell him he's fine He's just no longer your type You've got someone else on your mind Call your boyfriend Play him this song Tell him he did nothing wrong You just decided you prefer blondes

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            There was a lifetime’s worth of venom ready and waiting to come pouring out of Hailie. She could find plenty of reasons to be bitter and hateful. Scathing and mean. There was no shortage on the Hailie Tyler ‘hurt feelings’ shelf. She expected to be disappointed but what she never would have seen coming was Kat- Katriel Jones- saying something like that.

“What…?” It was barely a whisper and an unintentional one at that. Why would she say something like that? Why? And- And where was this last summer? Where was this when it mattered? When Hailie still… When Hailie was totally head over heels for her? When Hailie would have done anything just to get her attention? For her to just text back, even- it was all very embarrassing.

Her stupid heart could have burst.

“I don’t hate you because of where you go to school,” she retorted before she could stop herself- “I hate you because you left me. I hate you because you’re- you’re saying all of this now when I- I’m happy! I’m actually happy. I- I have someone now. And he’s good, and kind, and decent. I don’t—,” when had she stood up from the bed? When had her voice gotten so thick? She still wasn’t leaving though.

“You hurt me,” she said hating how vulnerable it sounded. Hated how vulnerable it was. “I- I liked you so much. It was embarrassing how much I liked you. I hate how much I liked you. That I- That I still do. But this—,” she shook her head, willing herself to take a step back from Kat and epically failing. “It’s not fair.”

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“I know.” Kat said, her voice breaking as she looked up at Hailie. “I know I hurt you, and I need you to know just how much I regret that, Hailie. And I know that it isn’t fair to be doing this now.”

She took a shaky breath in, willing herself not to cry before she spoke again.

“I wasn’t supposed to like you, that was never part of the original plan. Remember? We said casual fun, no strings attached. I said that. Because that’s what I do.” She sighed. “With everyone except you apparently.”

“Casual fun started feeling more like a relationship, and I wanted it, for the first time ever. But I got scared, okay? And the only thing I could think of to do was ghost you and hope that my feelings would just...go away.”

She smiled bitterly. “And now you’re happy and you have a boyfriend, who is good, and kind, and decent. But deep down, you still think about me.”

Said that we're not lovers, we're just strangers With the same damn hunger To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all We're not lovers, we're just strangers With the same damn hunger To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all

Greg: Love ya 2 😉😉😉

Kat: 🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽

Kat: Srsly why would you do this??

[ giggles!! ] Psh, stahp. Aw… I’ve missed you, Kat. It’s like- It’s so good you’re here, you know? Because you should have been here. I mean, you should be. Honoura-ar-ary Havensdale High…er. Do you know what I mean?

😘

                I’ve missed you too Carrie, but I think you might be one of the only ones who missed me. I know, right? Really inconsiderate of my parents to force me to move schools right before senior year. But I’m here now and that’s what matters. Come get a drink with me, I’m not drunk enough. 

          And beautiful! You are beautiful!

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Right back at ya [ winks ]

             Come on- [ she reached out her hand dramatically from the porch ] Get up here, babe. This drink is like, 83.7% Sambuca so it’s basically a hot drink but alcohol. It’ll help with the rain, promise.

🥰

My savior. [ grins and lets herself be pulled onto the porch she takes the offered cup from Amber, sips from it and wrinkles her nose at the taste. ] It might be helpful with the rain but it’s still not my vibe.  

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Hailie rolled her eyes in typical fashion at Kat’s comment and her unnecessary thumping of the door but… It stung. ‘I don’t exactly want to be stuck in here with you either’, stung. It didn’t make any sense, obviously. Hailie couldn’t exactly throw her toys out the pram- she didn’t want to be around Kat so she couldn’t be upset if the sentiment was mutual. Only, she was. In fact, an active pout may have even crossed her lips (which only made her angrier, and poutier).

It also crossed Hailie’s mind that if she really wanted to, like really wanted to, she could tear the damn door off its hinges. She was a werewolf now. She could act like it, to a certain extent. She wouldn’t owe Kat any explanations. She wasn’t doing that though, was she? Damn it. “No one ever accused Greg Porter of being a genius,” she said, uncrossing her arms.

This wasn’t a seize fire, it wasn’t. Hailie could hold a grudge. She was the undisputed queen of holding grudges, it was just a little harder now. Behind closed doors. Well, door. The ‘princess’ was like a shot to the heart, a ‘don’t call me that’ primed and ready on Hailie’s tongue as she tried to ignore the way her fingertips remembered. “I will.” The silence lasted seconds, or years, between them before Hailie let out a frustrated sigh. “What are you even doing here, Kat? Shouldn’t you be living it up with your shitty new friends at Birkshire, far away from this town and everyone in it?” She tried not to sound bitter, to sound hurt. It didn’t work.

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              Oh how she wished she could just magically unlock that door with a flick of her wrist. But this wasn’t Harry Potter, there was no alohomora, even if she was a witch. Part of her wanted Hailie to want to be here, instead of forced together by Greg and his stupid plans.

“Oh he’s absolutely not.” she said with a scoff at the mention of her friend, who was slowly inching his way down that not overly long list of people who she actually genuinely liked.

If Kat were honest with herself, she was tired of acting like she didn’t care. Care about her reputation, about whether or not people liked her, about Hailie and if Hailie liked her. Because she did care, and it scared her. So she’d made sure to ruin what they’d had, to burn it down rather than be vulnerable and maybe possibly experience happiness, or something like it. And then proceed to torture herself by coming to an event that Hailie would be at with her new boyfriend. Classic.

But maybe this was another chance, to be vulnerable. It probably wouldn’t change anything, but Kat guessed she probably owed it to herself to try opening up, even if it was to someone who seemed to unreservedly hate her and with good reason.

“I’m here because of you, Hailie.” She said, her gaze fixed on the carpet in front of her. “Because this is where the people who are the closest things I have to friends are. I wanted to get dressed up and spend the night with my friends. I didn’t choose Birkshire, Hailie. If you want to hate me because of where I go to school, you can.”