the witch lets out a breath she doesn’t realize she’s holding as she makes her way through the halls in search of the specific locker , electing to ignore the stares and whispers coming her way. misty knew what she was signing up for when she elected to go to a public school instead of the confines of the academy ( she could almost hear madison’s venomous ‘told you so you stupid bitch’ if she ever admitted that going to public school with everyone else wasn’t all she thought it’d be ) but this was a bit too ridiculous even for her. misty hadn’t found so much as a friend in the new derry school and she wasn’t sure wether to be relieved or not. something strange loomed over the people of derry. it was much more sinister and less god fearing than her small cajun town and she couldn’t wait to leave despite her initial excitement of a new town and new people ( witches like her and the coven ).
slender digits drum against her side nervously as she finally sees him , yarmulke in hand. she had seen stan around, sure. knew of him and his ragtag group of friends who were the constant target of henry bower and his own friends but not enough to make her any less nervous about approaching the guy with her usual sunny deposition. with a sudden burst of false bravado and a smile , she makes her way to him. ‘ this is yours right? hit me yesterday on the bus ‘nd i thought you might want it back. ’
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