just some hexed funny business with @mpxcassandra

Claire was on her knees, eye level with the rim of her table-top cauldron. It was one of the cool things about have a bit more money, you could have more than one cauldron. The big one was the family cauldron, used for big batches of potions---or bath water when the heater gave out. This one, was her own personal cauldron, sturdy as hell and gave Claire a chance to experiment with brews she was often curious to make.

Like this one. She had been thinking about it a while, as all things she did--and like most thoughts, they would drift off from her periphery like butterflies, only to flutter back in when when she least expected it. This particularly thought butterfly had come charging back in a few weeks after their outdoor concert and they were taking a break in between gigs.

She'd be working on it all week, in between work and practice, and she figured she was very near in making a break through. Slightly tipping the vial filled with a slight murky substance so it dropped just one drop into the cauldron, she grinned with triumph when it started to bubble and froth excitedly. Now all she needed was----

open for anybody who needs a little magic help

The benefits of having their own space, it meant that Claire had an actual space to practice her potion making. It was way more than when they had that basement matchbox back in Seoul. The spare room was their both magic and rehearsal space. As you enter the small, dimly lit room, the scent of herbs and spices immediately filled your nostrils. Shelves lined the walls, holding jars and bottles of all shapes and sizes, each filled with various powders, leaves, and liquids. In the center of the room, a large cauldron sits atop a flame, its contents bubbling and hissing as Claire hovered above it.

Claire stirs the cauldron with a wooden spoon, face lined with a hint of mischief. She glances up at the person who visited them, eyes crinkled up in welcome.

with @jiminxmp

It was far easier than she thought it would, to make a cake float, Claire thought to herself as she followed the cheerfully bobbing pastry down the hall to Jimin's apartment. She had seen her friend's post about his birthday (a candle on a chocopie!) and decided that won't do.

So armed with what she could accumulate in a half hour, she made her way to Jimin's. Her hands were full, not to mention the cake took her concentration to not make zoom across the space like a stray bullet, she gently tapped Jimin's apartment door to knock.

it's a mess and then some with @mpxcharlotte @mpxcassandra and @mphecate

"It's going to be fine~" Claire declared in her usual cheerful voice, turning to her sisters who followed her in the room. It seemed at odds with the drawn curtains meant to block the light coming from outside and the myriad of candles in various surface areas of their little workshop. Technically, the extra bedroom was their practice studio, but it was spacious enough to have a little corner to practice their magic. Claire usually used it to practice potions, but today, well today was different.

They were going to try a spell on her today.

She wasn't all too worried; Charlotte and Cassie were better at spells than she was, Cassie with her experience from the temple and Charlotte was Charlotte, so for the eldest twin, it made perfect sense that they would try the spell. After all, Claire always had the belief that when their powers were combined nobody could really stand in their way.

"What's the worse that could happen?" She asked with a grin even as she helped carry their grimoire and its stand to the middle of the transmutation circle they had sketched in their floorboards.

continued from here with @mpxmin

Claire had done her best Cass impersonation with the glare at Min, recognizing him despite the dim lights and his fake blood. Her sisters had told her it was best to confront these kinds of things head on, otherwise creeps would do it again. Claire had usually just let them get on until she felt uncomfortable and then she would murmur a curse or a spell. She didn't tell Cass or Charlotte but there were plenty of creeps from their gigs that became rats as a result.

"Gum?" Her mouth fell open, completely forgetting her Cass impersonation and wrinkled her nose in disgust as she tried to see what he had said caught his attention. Cue a few seconds of her twirling around to get a good look at the back of her skirt. And failing of course.

continued from here with @hunterxmp

Claire had brightened up when she recognized a familiar face in the coffee line only for her expression to fall into confusion and a little bit of hurt. She wasn't wearing her Hannah Montana wig today anyways and she was sure she looked the same so why was Hunter not recognizing her? She blinked a few times before giving a sheepish laugh and started to back away. It wasn't the first time somebody claimed not to know her anyways.

event thread with @mphecate

If any of her sisters had possessed foresight and warned Claire that there was going to be a blizzard today, she probably would have listened. If their gift of foresight also told her that she would be holed up at work with their mother...Claire wouldn't have gotten out of bed that morning.

But that was all useless speculation as Claire was stuck at Happy Berry, tucked in a corner, far away from the goddess as possible. She had already texted her sisters, and the only other Greek god she probably liked and yet they still couldn't get her.

It was her fault really, she hadn't shooed Hecate away the moment she stepped into the shop. It wasn't as if she had done anything particularly shoo-worthy. Charlotte had spent time with her, and her sister mentioned it had been...okay. But Claire liked reacting like Cass when it came to their mom. Even if she did un-kitty her the last time.

The sudden shut of power made Claire gasp, dropping her phone as she stood up in the dark. No. No no....

Normally, the dark didn't scare Claire, at least not when she was sandwiched between Cass and Charlotte. But tonight, when even the moon was out, Claire's breath started coming up shallow and hurried.

some sisterly bonding with @mpxcharlotte continued from here

"Sure I can!" Claire called from the kitchen, the pack of microwavable popcorn already in her hands. While Charlotte was a master at the kitchen, Claire's own culinary skills rested solely on her favorite machine: the microwave. That meant she had a very limited repertoire. Thankfully, her popcorn was almost always perfect. Except for that one time she tried to experiment by dropping a sprig of mint in a batch and---