*✧·˚Do you Believe in Magic?? ˚·✧*

‘ no i’m just mean in general. ‘

“Oh is that all? I can deal with just plain old mean, mean spirited is a totally different story.”

“Ah. Are power outages common here?”

“Not really? I mean maybe once or twice a year if you’re unlucky? It’s been years for me.” Of course having magic helps, but still.

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If his heart was still beating, Simon was positive it’d have jumped straight out of his chest right now. He thought it was a mirage at first, like his mind playing tricks on him, because he wanted, had hoped, had wished for her to be here, but it wasn’t. The girl who Simon assumed to be Isabelle Lightwood stood only a few metres away from him and he was thrilled. “Izzy!” he called, and it should’ve confused him then that she didn’t feel spoken to, but he solely took it as a chance to vampire-speed over to her and surprise her. “You’ve no idea how happy I am that you are here! I was starting to miss my knight in shining armor. I mean, let’s be honest it’s impressive I survived so long without you. —— Oh! I can even walk in the sun now, see? That’s something you guys didn’t tell me existed. Speaking of the others, do they know already that you are here? Where are you staying?” He spoke too quickly to be interrupted, excitement radiating off of every fibre of his being.

Zatanna almost spelled him into next week, or, well, face first into a pole when someone appeared next to her with no warning. She nearly let out a…yelp really, only word she could use. Then, she was just…too busy watching him get his babble on. Like Grade A, might be going for her crown babbling happening and she was both amazed and endeared and a little bit guilty because, whoever this Izzy girl was? He seemed really excited to see her. Which, yeah, she wasn’t her. 

“As much as I love being called a knight in shining armor, and let me tell you that is a lot, I’m…not…Izzy?” She gave him a sheepish half apologetic smile. “Name’s Zatanna. Sorry to let you down.”

“We occasionally get a bit of flash.” Erica informed her, sniffing in false indignance. Flash, like magical floods or a zombie attack complete with ghosts. She looked up from her phone to the laughing woman. “But in between….” she teetered off, eyeing the girl up and down, a small grin cracking across her lips. “–Well, we could use a new bar to break the monotony.” 

“Monotony, never a good word, I’ll have you know me, and my bar are ready to be of service. I don’t think we’re going to get much business here honestly. It was sort of just me being self indulgent.”

“Hey, hey all I was going off of was candles and the fire department shutting you down. For all I know you were having like, candle raves.” And Cisco’s immediately smiling wide at the idea of a candle rave and it helps that she’s being a good sport about it. “…Good point. Alright. Sounds like a pretty schnazzy bar.”

“A candle rave sounds like exactly what I need to get my new cocktail bar labelled as the most lit place in town. Ooh do I love the word schnazzy.”

“You are not…? I’m sorry, it’s just you are just like my friend”

“Your friend wouldn’t happen to have a brother? You know, black hair? Blue eyes? Grumpy beyond all reason? Because if you’re not talking about them and there’s another person walking around with my face I’ll freak.”

“At least you didn’t burn down the entire apartment? At least i’m assuming that’s what happened. Or Almost happened I suppose.”

“Yeah, okay, at least there’s that, I mean really, it’s not even my fault! The smoke alarm went off when I blew the candles out. So. Not my fault they’re too sensitive.”

          He gave a shrug in response initially. “Luche Lazarus is pretty bad. So is Iedolas Aldercapt.” Although Nyx was probably biased towards the both of them. More than probably. With Aldercapt being the emperor of Niflheim, the leader of the empire that had taken his childhood home and then his adopted home and had ruined everything he’d ever known, and Lazarus being the traitorous bastard who had murdered one of their own, a woman who had been like family to Nyx, there was no way that he couldn’t be biased. “A house special? And here I thought that would be just for me. I’m hurt.” He shot Zatanna a grin. “Luckily for you, I don’t have anything better to do than tag along.” The words were tinged with teasing humor, but he really didn’t. He’d already checked in on the king and princess today. Neither of them were in need of him, which he hated…but Zatanna seemed pleasant enough company, and a drink or two would probably do him some good. “Lead the way.”

Zatanna laughed, shaking her head as she wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. “Those names are awful really just awful. They sound like rejected World of Warcraft characters. Or no, like Lord of the Rings meets something more off beat. Which is…a feat really. Yikes. I mean, yikes with a side of jinkies. Super yikes.–unless! Unless! these are friends of yours and then I’m super sure it’s not their fault that their parents have very bad taste in names?” She cringed, well, not quite a cringe, more like a very full body wince. “Whoops? I mean, okay, I’m starting to feel that whole ‘you need a personal special’ thing you mentioned. Fair warning, you should only trust me to mix drinks that actually taste decent if you’re already too drunk to care. Or love the taste of alcohol.” She laughed, “yeah, way to make a girl feel special, come on, I’m sure you’ll love the place.” She offered her arm with a grin ready to set off to the bar.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not fake. It smells very real. It just proves we’ve taken good care of it. He actually has a name. Herbert. And I would have to find his family to tell them about their loss and I’m not sure I can do it to them honestly. Like, how could I tell them, ‘sorry, your son Herbert has fallen but he was a brave warrior who lit up the Christmas time with all his might’? It’s not right.” Sighing, Stiles got off the tree, still looking at it with a pout. “People who give pets as gifts should be locked into small cages for a few weeks just so they know what it feels like when they’re not properly being taken care of.”

“One, I stopped listening to you for about ninety percent of what you just said and two because I was born this way, baby.”

“One, don’t use Lady Gaga against me, two! pu tuhs! See how you like it when people give up halfway. Or just don't tell you.”

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“– Really…you want this one?” Yes, he was talking to his dog. No, he didn’t care.

“That is the cutest dog in the whole world.” It’s said prayerfully.

“– Cross my heart and hope to die, I’ll take it to my grave, darling.”

“I don’t know if it’s that serious, but boy do I love a man who’s ready to throw down at the drop of a dime. Hexappeal here we go! So, do I get a name or do I have to make one up? Which, trust me, you don’t want me to.”

“– Please. Please can we get a petition going to cone of shame the hellchild. I need this more than I need a Firefly reunion and you know I need a Firefly reunion. I knew there was a reason you were in my top five. How’s the bar going?”

“Who needs a petition? I’ll conjure one up next time he gets on my nerves, I already told Bruce if he calls me ‘witch’ in that tone again I’d spell his mouth shut. I mean…I would never condone such an action…the bar is great. I’d invite you except y’know you’re a youngin.”

“Are you fucking serious? You’ve been contemplating for hours if you want a sugar glazed donut or a chocolate glazed one. Do yourself and especially me a favor and just buy both.”

“Um...One, the struggle of which dessert to buy is such an important one, and two, how do you know I even have enough for both. Unless you’re offering to pick up the tab? And y’know what, free food aside, which, I’m holding you to because that’s the least you can do for reading my mind and then judging me. Um...why can you read my mind?!”

“– …Are you coming onto me?”

“By accident?”

As Alec listened to her, he tensed slightly at the mention of her running from something and despite her saying that it was not a demon, he was still tense. No demons didn’t mean that whatever it was couldn’t be a threat. “If whatever it is you’re running from, if it could turn into a possible danger for the people in this town, tell me.” 

Zatanna sighed, rolling her eyes “okay Mister Savior. For the record I’m running away from the death of my dad and the fact that I don’t know what to do with myself. Also being famous is a little bit of a hassle. And I have a missing brother. So. You know, normal non-dangerous stuff. Hopefully. If I say that it’s completely safe I feel like I’m tempting fate.” She made a very specific ‘there, are you happy now? face. It’s a very complicated face.

“The relevance of this statement is?”

“That it’s an update on my life and therefore of relevance because I am a human being and I don’t need to justify my relevance to anyone. Especially to someone who can’t have common courtesy to just ignore things they don’t care about.”