✦ ┋ HARMONY

· · · it’s a look that never goes unnoticed around desired sweets. that should i or should i not do it twitch. why not both, perhaps. a smile twists upon her lips, gloved hand reaching for paired cinnamon rolls.·❛ we do! and surprisingly, they’ve been today’s best seller, besides the donuts. you think it’s cinnamon roll day out there somewhere? ❜·

        A small smile stretches across her lips, watching with further curiosity of the baked goods being handled; it was a small excursion to simply buy what her friend had wished, other than the name of the bakery and of what is to be bought. Her head ducks as the strands of brown hair are tucked behind the shell of her ear, ‘ I would not know — perhaps ? somewhere odd maybe. ’

      ❛ it’s five minutes til’ close, miss — and we’re outta donuts. ❜ a once over. the city’s big, but the woman draped in a jelly-stained apron likes to believe she has caught everyone’s face at least one time before. eh. ❛ what can i get ya? ❜

        It is in slight curiosity that her head rise, and quickly glance over the remaining goods on display before them; slight apprehension coming through to porcelain features. Finally stepping back to have a better view over all things. ‘ I’m —— do you have any cinnamon rolls ? ’

whoever said being a WITCH      and a student was easy, needed to be punched in the face, repeatedly. if she’s not     ATTEMPTING to perfect her potion skills ( a very sad attempt, really ) she’s busy writing papers and studying for upcoming tests. she can   HARDLY remember the last time she slept more than five hours. her fingers REPEATEDLY    hit the ‘save’ button when she finally finishes that god-awful           paper before she leans against her headboard. eyes locked on the laptop, she barely flicks her wrist before        levitating the device and placing it on her desk.

                           ❛ okay, that’s easy for you to say. and that awful                                         stuff is the only thing keeping me UP right now. ❜

    ( ✦ ENCHANTING :    It grows tiringly dull in the apartment alone, the walls decorated over and over, paint passed over the walls she handcrafted in the time that she would spend in a world of her own and allowed for the flow of creativity to come forth over the canvas of drywall. A new shade passed over the room she wanted, dark hues melding into the brighter and dominating colours. But now there is only a concentration on the floating device, the covers that are dragged over a slender shoulder as slow movements carry forward the lethargic frame and her arm reaching over the breadth of her waist, head pressed to the top of her shoulder.

        ( ✦ ENCHANTING :     Undivided attention is placed solely on the levitating herbs, there was no great rush for her to bring back down the herbs a mind just drawn into a trance of observing the display of Noah’s growing abilities. A sullen expression did stick to dark features, observing the display, though impressed;

     ❝ true. personally, i like red. ❞

     ❝ so. i see y’ really like the colour white, huh. ❞

she can practically   HEAR her  friend judging her as she speaks and noah’s  tempted to leave to room to finish her assignment in PEACE. she knows she means well and perhaps she should’ve started      SOONER, but things kept getting in the way. supernatural things. lips pressed to the rim of her mug, she lets out a hum as she takes a large sip of her coffee. ( ‘that’s not coffee. that is rocket fuel’ her grandmother would say ).

                            ❛ —-maybe. in my defense, i had other stuff to do.                                        important witchy stuff. ❜

    ( ✦ ENCHANTING :    It is a constant cycle that she undergoes, watching as her witchcraft evolves; and watching the consequential mistakes that come with every error that she makes. She stays her tongue, rarely reaching out to correct any misplaced herb, the wrong incantation and allowing for Noah to learn for herself as she had done. The same was not to be said for sleep cycles and habits of staying up all night, as though routine, to do assignments hours before their deadline is due. Her frame lies sprawled over the mattress, eyes averting upwards as she continues to hound her.