do you believe?

It gets…quite messy though.

I don’t believe you want to see me…wasted.

Of course I wanna see a ladybug drunk, I'm not an idiot.

I’m not really a beer or well, anything hard sort of person.

Triple sec, a touch of vodka, orange juice and half and half--Made it for my sister's sixteenth.

It never turns out pretty.

--Who said anything about wine?

Then again, that's my answer for everything.

My mother died because my sister killed her because my mother was trying to kill her for going too deep into dark magic. I didn’t see my sister for twelve years because she ran away after that. My father left when I was a baby because my mother sent him away and everyone I knew told me that he had died, I only found out the truth this year. And my father comes from the most dark magic using coven possibly ever known. Thanksgiving was never wonderful at my house either. 

What are they like?

My house is really fun.  You should see Thanksgiving.

You have a coven, correct?

My batshit family, yeah.

It was at first. It took me a long time to realize that my mother’s coven did not have my best interests at heart. In the end, as hard it was, it was the right decision for me. 

Maybe one day I'll get myself to that enlightened state.

Sophia Shepard’s. She’s lovely. 

It must be..weird though, being in one coven and changin' to another, I couldn't even imagine it, honestly.