you should see me in a crown

Most people probably would have been annoyed by his pretty negative attitude when it came to stuff like this stupid festival but somehow she didn’t even seemed to mind it. On the contrary, there even was a smile appearing on her lips. “The only person who tells me what I should do, is myself!”, he still insisted, never having been someone who liked being told what to do. “Besides, what the hell is fun about walking through some corn maze, where they basically want you to get lost, if you could simply walk around it..?!”, the male countered. It was certainly something he’d never get but apparently most other people around here actually seemed to think it was fun.

Lucy rolled her eyes at him playfully, shaking her head at his pessimism. It was something that she had gotten used to, being overly optimistic all the time came with this kind of a reaction, especially in Halloweentown. “Okay fine, be a negative nelly. That’s fine,” she shrugged, smirking at him as she pressed her lips together. “Are you going to the Halloween ball?” she asked, tilting her head. “I just got my dress, I’m going as a princess,” she paused, biting the inside of her lip. “We should go... together, you and me.”

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Alice couldn’t help but frown a little at the younger witches words, quickly covering it up with her signature warm smile. “Well of course if you ever need a break from here you are also welcome to come by the shop” Alice reaches out her hand again to give Lucy’s arm another comforting squeeze “I know my little flower shop isn’t anything exciting but it’s always welcome to you.”

“Thanks, Alice,” Lucy nodded, a small smile on her face. She knew her mother was just trying to protect her, that leaving had scared the older witch half to death, but that didn’t mean Lucy liked being watched all the time. “Oh stop it, you know I love coming into your shop.”

He probably should have been more careful - the last thing Denver wanted was to be kept even further away from his best friend, but he couldn’t help it - watching his volume had never been one of his strong suits.  He just beamed at her as she cast a spell, shaking his head.

“I’m clearly just making sure you’ve got your spells in order, you know that,” he was already wiggling with anticipation, his eagerness nearly contagious.  “Well, of course - Halloweentown has only had my pretty face to look at for so long, it’s dying to get a look at someone else for a change of pace.”  He slid down off the window, placing his feet firmly on the ground before turning back to Lucy.  “Besides, I can always just cast a glamour to make it seem like you’ve been here the whole time if push comes to shove.”

“Yeah yeah,” Lucy rolled her eyes at him, going over to her closet. While there was a lot she had missed during her year away from Halloweentown, Denver had been at the top of that list. He was her best friend, her partner in crime, and on nights when she needed someone to talk to she contemplated popping back home just to get his thoughts.

Picking an outfit, she tugged her shirt off and pulled on the dress, then taking off her pajama shorts. “You know, it’s a pity you and I are just friends. We’d have beautiful children,” she teased him, grabbing her bag and running her fingers through her hair. She tugged on shoes and cast a quick spell, making it appear she was in bed. “That should do it, let’s go.”

“It’ll still be good for you to get out of here” Alice didn’t want to push the subject, but after being trapped in two different covens by her parents she could recognize that same oppression in others. It wasn’t her place to intervene, but she’d support where she could. “If your friends can’t make it then you are free to come and give me a hand at my booth” The witch offers with a sincere smile “I’m sure your mother wouldn’t mind you helping me.”

Lucy nodded at Alice’s statement. “Anything to get out of the house,” the blonde chuckled, though it was true. While she loved her mother, being pretty much stuck in the house was a bore. She needed to find a way to get out more. “Oh, that sounds fun. I’ll let you know,” she offered Alice a smile, knowing the woman was just trying to help. “Thank you.”

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“Do we really have to do this?” Emery whined as he was being dragged to the corn maze. He was pouting his lips, giving Lucy his best puppy dog eyes. “I don’t trust corn fields. I mean–have you ever seen Signs? Or were you too young for that?” he added to tease the younger woman. “I-I don’t like things popping out at me, okay? Jump scares are the worst part of Halloween.” 

Lucy rolled her eyes at Emery’s complaints, tugging him into the corn maze. It was night time, which made the maze even more fun. Releasing his hand, she turned to face him. “If you want to be a baby, then you’re free to go, but I’m heading in,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “Besides, jump scares? Really?”

she had no idea why she was visiting the broom booth, her needs not pertinent to anything they sold. but lyra had been overly curious about it, and after carefully weighing her options, she finally decided it couldn’t hurt. however, as she stepped closer and focused her gaze on the girl that looked bored out of her mind. “currently my only question is whether you’re really alive over there or not,” she teased, full lips tugging into a smirk before she attempted to regain her composure. “my follow up question is if you’d like some company. you look like you’re about ready to fall asleep.”

A small chuckle escaped Lucy’s lips at the customer’s words, her head lifting at her follow up question. While her mother was being restrictive, she never said she couldn’t spend time with people while tending to the show. “First of all, I am alive, just dreading the next six hours of being here,” she closed her book. “And second, if you don’t mind, I’d love some company.” She recognized the red head but didn’t know her name, so she decided to introduce herself. “I’m Lucy.” 

At her words, Cade couldn’t help but chuckle a little, even though it was a rather sarcastic one. “Oh, trust me! I can hate a lot of things!”, he stated, raising his eyebrows. Something that clearly wasn’t an exaggeration and she probably knew that by now as well. Even though for some reason she still hadn’t given up trying to change that. And he still wasn’t entirely sure what to think about that. He wasn’t used to someone sticking around and not giving up on him. At least until she had eventually left as well of course.. He had tried to be mad at her for that and on some days it had even worked but when she stood in front of him, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it anymore. “What’s all of this supposed to be anyway..? Walking through a corn maze like six year olds… come on!”

“Okay, fine, you can but that doesn’t mean you should,” Lucy corrected herself, smiling when he chuckled. She liked to think of herself as one of the few people that Cade could pull down his facade with, and whenever she got a laugh out of him she was reminded that it was true. She licked her lips and rolled her eyes at his next statement, adjusting the basket on her arm. “It’s tradition, Cade. And corn mazes are fun, mind you.”

     Zaya walked in the broom booth and raised an eyebrow at Lucy . “ You sound so excited to be here and to be of service .” She replied amusingly . “ I’m just here to pick up an order . Just doing a favor .” She chuckled as she shook her head at the blonde . 

“What can I say? I’m charming,” Lucy closed her book, a small smirk on her face at Zaya’s entrance. She stood, heading to the back room where the order’s sat. “What’s the name on the order?” she called back to the other from the back room.

No doubt Riordan looked like-what was the mortal saying? A fish out of water? He had to admit to a certain level of unfamiliarity when it came to this sort of thing, but-well-he had a reason for coming to this store. A goal, and he wasn’t going to leave until he’d accomplished it. His gaze turned to the employee at the store, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk. They clearly looked like they’d rather be anywhere else. “Uhh…I actually could use some help. Trying to get a gift for a witchy friend of mine and I don’t know the first thing about, well, any of this.” A pause. “Hope I’m not intruding too much.”

When it was clear the man needed help, Lucy marked the page in her book and closed it, pushing up off her chair and walking over to the man in question. “It’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” she offered him a small smile, listening to his words. “Well, a witches broom is something super personal--do they already have one? Or are you looking to get them some kind of accessories?”

Witch shops weren’t foreign to Killian, and while he didn’t exactly have any business being in one, there was no reason he couldn’t be in one.  “Don’t you look just thrilled to be here?”  He commented dryly, letting his gaze move aroudn the shop.  “I do, actually - I feel like in all my years on this Earth, I’ve never actually seen a witch riding on a broomstick.”

Lucy looked up at the man’s statement, her head tilting. He wasn’t exactly asking her a question, but she knew exactly what he was trying to say. “Witches aren’t circus clowns, you know what right?” she asked, an unusually annoyed look on the blonde’s face. “We don’t simply exist for the entertainment of other creatures.”

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“Always the best for some of my favourite customers” Alice returns with a bright smile, her brown hues sparkling “and I added your favourites this time.” She considers the younger witch with a quirk in her brow, wondering whether to push for more considering that the aura that Alice was picking up on wasn’t quite the colour of bored that Lucy portrayed to her. But then, it wasn’t Alice’s business to pry, but she would continue to offer support. In this case, she thought maybe changing the topic may help ease the younger girl’s darker-coloured emotions. “Do you at least have plans to go to the festival with your friends?” 

Lucy smiled as she moved the flowers behind the counter, knowing the exact vase her mother wanted her to put them in was in the back room. She turned back to Alice, tilting her head. “Probably later, but Maggie might be working so it’ll probably just be Odette and I,” Lucy shrugged, though she had a small fear her mother would lock her in the house tonight. But she had been a bit more lenient as of late.

It certainly wasn’t the first time that Cade wished that he knew what was going on inside her head. She didn’t even seem to notice that he was even more distant than before. Or maybe it simply wasn’t as convincing as he had hoped… but then again he had been determined to not even think about stuff like this anymore all the time. The only problem was that, now that she was standing right in front of him again, he simply couldn’t stop it. Focus Dawson!, he tried to tell himself but the way she pulled him into a quick hug didn’t really make it any easier. It was only when she mentioned the festival, that he couldn’t help but scoff as he shook his head. “Wonderful isn’t exactly the term I’d use…”, he stated, raising his eyebrows.

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully at Cade. She had never been much of a confrontational person, so when she felt things were weird between herself and a friend, she did her best to just... fix it. Act like things were normal and fix things like that. Tilting her head to the side, she adjusted her basket on her arm and shaking her head. “Oh come on Cade, you can’t hate the Harvest Fest,” she teased him, licking her lips.

Cade certainly wasn’t the biggest fan of festivals like this one. Of course, it brought lots of tourists to town and that was good for his own club as well but that was about it. He certainly didn’t need some corn maze or anything like that. He wasn’t five years old anymore after all… And still he had stopped on his way back home, taking a look at everything around him with his usual scowl on his face. He was just about to head home, when somebody bumped right into him. “Can’t you watch out…?!”, he snapped, turning around only to realise just who was standing in front of him. A little of his anger fading, his face only lit up a little as he looked down at her though. After she had simply left town and returned again a little while later, he still wasn’t entirely sure how to act around her. “Lucy…”, was all he finally got out after swallowing, forcing himself to look as self confident and composed as always even though he could feel his heart starting to beat a little faster at the sight of her smile.

She had the smallest feeling that he had been avoiding her, but Lucy was way too in her own head to accept that as fact. It must’ve been something else, that he was busy or that his life had moved on while she was gone and he had to adjust. They had been a bit of an odd pairing as friends, but the blonde wouldn’t have it any other way. Grabbing the last apple, the girl stood and pulled him into a quick one armed hug, pulling back and brushing some messy blonde hair out of her face. “Isn’t it wonderful?” she spoke of the festival, smiling still. 

Prudence had certainly admired Lucy’s decision – not that she could actually admit it. Having existed as a lone witch for as many years as she had, she found herself wondering why she had given into the pressure to join a coven. She rarely found herself trying her hardest not to spend time around others anyway. “Lucy, it’s just me love.” The older witch sighed, looking around the store before turning back to the younger blonde. It came as a surprise that the young woman was forced to sit here while the fair continued to move outside. “They have you in here during the festival?”

Hearing Prudence’s voice, Lucy closed her book and looked up, smiling. It was always nice to see a familiar face--then again, every face was familiar when you grew up in Halloweentown. Shrugging, she brushed some hair out of her face. “Mom’s out of town for the day getting some last minute stuff for our booth at the festival, so someone has to man the shop,” she girl shrugged. “Between us though, I might close up early to take a peek outside.”

Kaleb walked into the store, amazed by it all. Not everyone in town knew he was a human, he kind of wanted to keep it that way. “Hello.” He replied, glancing around. “Sorry. I’m a little new in town… I’ve never been here.” Kaleb admitted. “I’ve also… never had… my own… broom.” Kaleb lied. He chuckled nervously. “Think you could help me out?” He asked. 

Hearing the stammering over words, Lucy’s features softened and she looked up. She had seen him around sure, but did not know the man standing in front of her. When he asked for help, she nodded with a smile, putting a book mark in her book and closing it. “Sure,” she nodded. “I’m kind of a broom expert--my family’s been making and selling brooms for generations.” She went off on a tangent. “Take a look, see what you like.”