Little Witchy

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Eliot just maintains his ‘I’ve done nothing wrong ever in my entire life’ sheepish smile. “_Accidental _vandalism,” he emphasizes, “I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear. Scout’s honor.” He folds his thumb and pinkie, and keeps the three fingers up to make the hand sign, although he’s never been in any scout whatsoever. “On a speed dial, huh. Well, thanks for the offer but I’m totally fine. I’ve definitely breathed in worse things than trash smoke before and I turned out alright.” He gives her thumb-ups with his both hands, grinning. He is quite durable, doesn’t get sick often (or at least he doesn’t notice it unless it’s really bad) and recovers quickly, so he isn’t that worried. “Well, if I’m calling you Lenny, you can call me El or Elie.” He suggests in return, fitting himself through the narrow aisle of the shop. He grabs a bottle of water for her and an orange juice for himself. “It is huge, and I’ve gotten lost several times.” He chokes on air and coughs when she straight-up asks him if he is a witch, almost drops the drinks. “I… did not expect you to shoot straight like that. I could’ve just had really shitty luck with fire or been a pyro.” He says, clearing his throat. “Uh, yeah, I guess I am a witch. Kinda shitty one at that. Don’t even know what a phoenix is, and I don’t think you’re talkin’ about that bird from Harry Potter… So you, uh, one of the magical people or something too?” 

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Lennox nudged the taller boy a little bit. She was kind of in awe at how short she was compared to him. She knew she was short, it was one thing her and Noa liked to joke about but he seemed to be much taller then her. "I’m a little curious as to what exactly you have breathed in that was more toxic then garbage smoke,” the blonde shook her head and turned on her heels, them clacking against the pavement. “I like El, it sounds so formal and adorable, just like you,” she chimed biting at her bottom lip. She was always trying to find some sort of nickname for her friends but most of them just ended up being sort forms of their names. “Honestly I could tell you’re not a pyro which is good because I don’t think I know how to talk my way out of you doing that again and pyros usually set things on fire on purpose,” she raised her eyebrows, “Well I guess you’re lucky that I know a pretty good witch too, god no not Harry Potter but it’s more complicated then that but I don’t think it matters now that I know you’re a witch, and of course I am. I swear if you didn’t say you were a witch right now, I’d be in so much trouble.”

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Julian noted the sarcasm in her tone with a raised eyebrow. “ You were involved with athletics programs but you have something against spending time outdoors ? ” That was far too broad a term for any number of sports or… supernatural activities. “ Did you play hockey or indoor soccer then ? ”

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where: neon nights, brooklyn when: early evening who: open @darkesthourstarters​

Drinking had ceased to have an effect right around the time Matthias had been changed. Still, old habits died hard, which was why he’d found himself seated at the bar nursing some sort of concoction that the bartender had advertised as a new brew. He wasn’t much interested in what it was or what it was supposed to taste like; he simply sat here for the ambience. Matthias had learned early in his life that the quickest way to get to know one’s surroundings was to find the local watering hole. There was the added benefit of drawing more inspiration for Sinner. “Oh please, don’t let me interrupt this eventful evening,” he said, gaze drifting up from the glass he held. 

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To say Lennox was relieved that the day was nearly over would be an understatement. She had spent so much time today trying to get the lesson figured out how the field trip she had planned over a month ago was going to go. The witch watched the gentlemen for a minute before taking her own glass of wine, one she had desperately needed and took a sip. “I feel like i should ask what you mean by eventful.”

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“I think pretending you didn’t see it might have my ego a little less bruised for impersonating a homeless man,” he joked. “I feel like the word okay might be subjective. Tired is a definitely though. I went for one run, to clear my head and it seems I cleared so well, my resting point on the bench became a very inappropriate sleep. I’m Alden by the way,” he introduced himself. He knew that  this encounter would probably make a lasting first impression on a person. He would forever be guy napping on a bench.

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"Don't worry I only kid about the homeless man part," Lennox grinned a little bit. "Things happen sometimes. You lose your focus and sleep will catch up to you at some point no matter where you are," it was the truth, she had once fallen asleep in her car before work and one of her students had found her. “Nice to meet you Alden, I’m Lennox and I promise you I will now call you by your name and not the person I thought was a homeless man on a bench.”

“I’m having flashbacks to Xavier reading out my report cards,” he sighed, remembering the fond family memory. Xavier was more of a father figure than their actual dad was. The guy tried, but society didn’t exactly make it easy. “It’s a good thing my grades my stellar or I probably would have tried hiding the cards, or even altering them,” after-all, what kid hasn’t tried that in their lifetime. “Thank you, thank you very much. I’ll be here all night,” Max responded as if he were an entertainer; and in some aspects he rightfully is. “They are going to have so much fun trying to annihilate each other,” Max would if he were in their shoes. Kids today have a lot more fun activities compared to years prior. It’s a good thing to see. “For educational value, they learn about teamwork,” he backtracked, trying to find something to counteract the ‘bad’ of such an activity for students. “I wonder what your report cards were like,” he mused aloud. “I bet you were 99% a teacher’s pet,” Max teased.

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Lennox and her brother were close, mostly anyways, but her generation had things that this generation didn't. Times were different not, not as much as they had been when she was her students ages, but they were some aspects of it that weren't the same. “I always feel like siblings always want to out us to our parents about the bad things. Pretty sure my brother couldn’t wait for me to get in trouble about something school related,” she laughed at the memory of her little brother running down the stairs to tell her mom about the one time she got detention for skipping class to go out with some guy. Shaking her head she groaned a little bit, “Why do I feel like this is a good idea and a bad idea?” she knew it would end up probably going one of two ways. Some kids would learn well and others would just cause a problem. “Excuse me I was not the teachers pet,” she swatted at him playfully, “but my grades were top because I had parents who were and are a doctor and a lawyer, I can’t have shitty marks.”

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COVEN HEADQUARTERS

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APRIL 23TH

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Logan continued to type up the email to The Elders when she noticed the familiar blonde hair out of the corner of her eyes. “Hello Lennox.” Not even having to look up fully to know who was standing at her door. Continuing to type away before she hit sent, she turned her attention to Lennox. “You can come in.” Offering the seat in front of her to the younger witch. “Is everything okay?” She knew that some were still struggling to adjust after the events at the Potion Party and she hoped that this visit wasn’t related to that. 

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Lennox knew she had screwed up bad by mentioning to Noa about being a witch, it was not her finest moment and she had regretted it ever since. The blonde had known about know exposing herself to someone who wasn't supernatural and yet she was so frustrated with herself and keeping secrets from Noa that she gave into it. “Hello Logan,” Lennox frowned and sat down on the chair, “Not exactly and I before you like kill me or something I know what I did was wrong and I fucked up really bad and no I don’t know what to do.” she blurted out. “I may have told Noa that I was a witch.....”

Eliot pretends like he didn’t catch her eyeroll. He is a big fan of a ‘dodge topics that can get me into trouble’ policy. “It was just a small dumpster fire, no one got hurt, so we should be fine. Probably. Mostly… But I’d rather not deal with any cop at all if we can,” he laughs as his pace grows rather brisk. “This Maddox, your friend?” The name sounds vaguely familiar, but he doesn’t have a habit of befriending cops often. It might be a common name, or surname, though. “Hmm? Nah, it’s just a bit of smoke, nothing I can’t sleep off. And doctors are expensive, man. How ‘bout you, are _you _alright?” He asks as he heads toward the nearby bodega. He shoves his hands in the pockets, nodding, and walks a few steps ahead of her. “Oh, right. I’m Eliot. Uh, not sure what else to say about myself. I’m kinda new to the city? Are you from around?” He pushes the door open with the shoulder. He tugs the end of his lips to the side, making an awkward face. ‘I’m what they call a witch and I can do magic and shits’ is not exactly an acceptable answer. “Mm, ‘managed’ sounds like I did it on purpose. Dunno how to explain it other than, uh, sometimes things catch fire when I’m around? I don’t even try. Guess it just be like that sometimes.” 

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Small fire her ass, even if it was small something terrible could have happened. She was glad it didn't but she knew that if it had been worse they both would be in some deep trouble. “You could say we’re friends, he’s a cop you know and I know that he’s not a big fan of what’s the word, “ Lennox paused for a moment trying to figure out what the word was, “Vandalism.” which was true, she knew cops always had better things to do then watch supernaturals accidently set things on fire. “Good to know it’s just smoke, and you’re right they are, but I have a doctor on speed dial so really it wouldn’t cost you a thing other then a drive to Pennsylvania.” the witch thought about her parents back home knowing even though she was a witch, her father would still help her or her friend. “Eliot, nice to meet you I’m Lennox, you can call me Len or Lenny whatever pleases you and welcome to the city, it’s a pretty big place isn’t it.” she laughed a little, “Do you happen to be a witch or something? or a phoenix because I mean most things don’t just catch on fire unless you don’t know how to control your powers yet.”

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What did he do at twelve ? Spend time chasing after his father before supernaturals got to him, Julian thought with no small amount of venom. He couldn’t exactly tell his roommate’s friend he was tracking to detect which species she was this, however. “ I climbed a lot of trees, spent a lot of time outside, ” he remarked instead. “ What did you do at twelve **?** ” He nodded. “ I like the idea of a grade increase, in case some of the kids better at hands on activities than classwork. It could be a nice advantage. ”

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Imani couldn’t imagine having a younger generation to educate as Lennox did. It was inspiring really, but it’s definitely a career for her. “I applaud you, it’s really impressive to take on such an important role, regardless of your parents wishes.” Imani knew more than a thing or two about defying parents, because she was very verse in that regard. How else would you explain a mermaid living a life as a human where her pod basically forbade it. Honestly, she should be dead due to her transgressions. “I for one am glad that you stuck with it, because look at you today. Happy and thriving in a career that you adore.” Imani pushed some of her braids over her shoulder, “Besides, I can’t see you fitting into any other area. What did they have in mind for you, anyway? A doctor, lawyer or something like that?”

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“Ah, spicy conversations, just the way I like ‘em,” he added in jest. Truly living up to what Lennox deduced. Max grinned, very proud of her observation. “You’re not wrong there, and I feel like if I were a student in your class my report card would be filled with comments like ‘he talks too much’ or ‘he’s easily distracted’ and my favorite ‘he lacks patience’,” he chuckled. “The cool fun teacher that everyone loves?” A brow shot up as he teased her. “Isn’t there a rule about teachers acknowledging their own levels of coolness? I feel like you just dropped ten points below that teacher who rides a motorcycle.” The name wasn’t coming to Max right now, even though he heard it from Lennox many times over. “Field trips are always a good idea,” he added, backtracking to what they were previously discussing. “Plus you can do things like laser tag or paintball to help build their team work skills. Then for sure you would surpass what’s-his-face with the bike.”

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Lennox shook her head, Max always knew just hot to keep the conversation going. It was nice to have someone on that level that got what she was trying to say, or even just boosting her ego once in a while. “I feel like you might be right there Max, I can already see it. Max is a good student, just very easily distracted. He doesn’t know when to shut up,” The witch let a laugh escape her lips. She had a few students in her class who reminded her of Max, they were loud, and talked a lot. If it wasn’t for them having good grades, she’d probably not be able to stand it. But her patience was always something she had control over, unlike some other things. “That isn’t fair though, I should be allowed to know if I'm cool or not, I mean it’s not like I walk into the classroom acting like I'm superior to the rest,” she admitted. “Oh laser tag or paint ball. Those sound like wonderful ideas.” a grinned popped up on her face, “This is why I keep you around Max.”

location: Central Park

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time:afternoon

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Alden had been working a case that had kept him up at night with the details, the evidence and the witness statements not leading to much. The one thing he hated in his line of work was when a trial ran cold, and especially when the evidence wasn’t forthcoming with much of a lead. To clear his head, he went out for a run. He pushed himself physically, running until exhaustion hit before he had to rest on one of the benches. Somehow that rest turned into him laying down on the bench and before long the sleep that eluded him before came in the most random of places. Unluckily for him it wasn’t even a restful sleep. It was one where memories that he should have had nine years ago haunted him far too late. It was a sleep that where bits and pieces of a past life he was trying to cling to without success, jarring him awake as he sat straight up unsure where he was for a moment. The park began to filter back into his view and someone was close. He looked up to meet their gaze. “Damn, please tell me you didn’t just see me having a nightmarish nap on a park bench?” he asked hopefully. 

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Central park always seemed to be the place where everyone gathered these days. If it wasn't for concerts or other activities, it was mostly just for relaxation purposes. The blonde witch thought a walk through the park would be nice before she had to head back to class. Lennox turned and watched the taller man. She was a bit curious as to why he was asleep on a park bench, but she tried not to judge, “Well I can pretend I didn’t see anything,” she shrugged; but the truth was she had seen it and was curious if he was homeless or something. He didn’t exactly give off the vibes of being homeless. “Are you okay?”

location: central park status:  open ( @darkesthourstarters​ ) **time: **lunch time

It was a rare day with no class until later on in the afternoon, and she had taken advantage of the free time in the burgeoning spring sunshine that signalled the oncoming summer, something that she was desperately excited for. She was ready for summer more than she would let on, and she smiled to herself as she sat on the grass with her back against the tree trunk, her book laying open on her lap as her eyes scanned the page. Finishing another chapter she touch a break, leaning back and letting some of the rays hit her face. “I’m so ready for summer.” she said to no one in particular. 

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Lennox would admit that summer could not come fast enough, perks of being a teacher was having the summer off and any and all school holidays. The weather was starting to get warmer and that meant that she needed to start breaking out her summer clothing. It would be nice to actually get to wear a dress without having to wear a pair of leggings or something underneath. The blonde was glad to see other people outside enjoying themselves, it was always something she had loved to do and seeing others just made her eternally happy. Grinning she sat down under a different tree as she watched the other women, “Same here, I cannot wait to not have to sit in class all day.”