#gracexbachmann

nils had found that once you started working somewhere, rarely did you want to go there in your free time. he was, quite often, looking for extra hours, so hanging around playground usually meant he could get roped into covering for someone. he had meant to check out pandaemonium much earlier, anyways. so there he was, sat at the bar, sipping on an old fashioned. his eyes perused the dance floor, small smile of amusement resting on his lips. when someone stumbled into his peripheral vision, nils turned his head, only to recognize the girl who had stuck him on the ceiling and claimed to know judah. “are you alright?” he asked, figuring he was safe enough in a public place like this. ( @gracexbachmann​ )

Helena didn’t really know many witches in town. Granted she hadn’t been there very long. There was unfortunately a problem with small towns. There tended to be only one coven. Helena moved around the small boutique store, her eyes focusing on the young woman she had clocked as a witch. Making sure she wasn’t going to be overheard by anyone who shouldn’t be listening she approached her with a small smile. “Hi, I was wondering if you could answer a couple questions I have about this town. We’ve met briefly before, I’m not sure if you remember.” @gracexbachmann​

Edgar took a deep breath before he opened the door to Serenity, bouquet of flowers in tow.  Spotting the blonde he had come here to see, he made his way through the shop with a nervous smile.  “Hi, um Grace, I’m Edgar.  Parker told me you work here so I hope it’s ok I’m stopping by.”  

Lizzie and Grace were hanging out in the refurbed basement, listening to music, snacking, the usual.  But Lizzie had a hard time reading her magazine, instead just staring at Panda from their terrarium.  “Do things ever feel different with Parker than with other people?” she eventually asked.  

@gracexbachmann​

nils hadn’t really intended on coming to the party–so much had ended so poorly last time, and considering he knew going in that their memories would be altered, he should have felt nervous and uncomfortable with the situation. but really, part of him loved the complete anonymity. the invitation had even insured otherworldly senses couldn’t identify them. really, this was probably the safest he could be. so, he went, in a fancy suit he probably couldn’t afford, and a bird mask because he was like that, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the clumsy, pretty blonde who had been haunting his thoughts lately. even if he knew he wouldn’t recognize her under the spell, maybe once it was lifted . . . nils stepped into the room, and it was like a haze fell over him, like . . . a warm high. his gaze tracked around the room until it landed on someone he felt like he recognized. either way, she was dressed to the nines, his gaze appreciatively roaming up and down. a waiter passed by with flutes of champagne, and nils managed to take two. he walked over, sidling up to her with a glass held out. “i thought you might need this. can’t imagine you’ve gotten a moment of peace dressed like that.” ( @gracexbachmann​ )

Lizzie waved excitedly to the other witch as she sat at a table in the cafe.  “Graaaace,” she called with a smile.  Waiting for her friend to get her drink, she kicked at her chair happily.  As the blonde sat down Lizzie sipped at her cappuccino.  “Soooo, who was that guy you were hanging out with?  C’mon, I saw him.”

ever since nils and judah had discovered their connection, he’d been actively trying to spend more time with his witch. he was almost desperate to do well, to prove his worth in at least one matter of life. he could be useful, if nothing else. he didn’t really know how to do that, though, so it mostly consisted of him spending time around the bachmann residence, waiting for his witch to come home and get to work.