#ava 02.

“So, bit of a development.” It all feels very deja vu, which isn’t something she ever wants to experience again after time had apparently just...Reset itself. The flower shop had been quiet, which was good considering during those two weeks after magic had left them all, they’d been frantically up to their eyeballs in funeral flower orders. No business was good business as far as Jazz was concerned for the moment. She’s watering a patch of hydrangeas, and manages to cast a glance in Ava’s direction. “I haven’t officially asked Miri yet, but I talked to Dio, and uh, I think I’m going to be your new oracle? Maybe?” If everything goes as planned. @avxvidalis​

“Ava?” She’d been borderline dissociating as she bussed tables, it’d taken her a moment to realize it was the young Vidalis at the corner table of AnxieTea. Books were strewn on the table, some kind of homework, and among it, a mug of tea that looked half drank. Straightening herself and tossing the rag she’d used to wipe down the adjacent table into the pocket of her apron, Winter’s brow furrowed as she looked to her fellow witch. She wasn’t much younger than her, she knew that much about the Vidalis family. They’d had run ins before, Ava always came off as sweet but studious and after a crisis like the storm, she must have fallen right back into her routine. She couldn’t say she blamed her, the return to normalcy was needed. @avxvidalis​