#jo 02

Date: December 31st 2020 Time: 10:40 PM Location: Winter Festival

@johannakoning

“Well, well!” Evi wears her typical lopsided smirk as her cousin approaches. She sits on a bench, having arrived early, and makes no moves to rise, instead giving Jo a surveying glance. “Here I thought I was the party animal and then there you go, asking for a ten-thirty meet up time. And arriving late.” The elder witch gives a tut of faux disapproval then, shaking her head. “Did I interrupt something? A date? Some secret inner circle festival — which reminds me, I’m pretty sure I just saw Nina Ismail. Sent chills up my back. Couldn’t believe it.” Finally, Evi hands over the confections she’d been harboring to herself. Call it a reward for enduring the teasing. “Rum punch. Because I like you. And cotton candy, though that could be complete kak now. Kept me waiting so long I bet it’s stale.” Bored of her own toying, Evi rises from the bench, sighing and nudging her cousin’s shoulder as they begin their meandering through the festivities. She’s more chipper than usual in weather like this. Blame the falsity of the snow. Or maybe how content she is to have her present company. “How’re you, anyway? Your boss still a regular bliksem even after the holidays? That hexing offer still stands, by the way. I’ve got some thoroughly charmed holly right now that I think you should seriously consider.”

Date: January 27th 2021 Time: 7:05 pm Location: On the path toward August and Liam’s house

@johannakoning​

Not exactly the way he’d wanted to spend his night. But, really, who could temper Daniel Bisset if not him? No one, it would seem, considering the blood he now sports. Some his, some that of his pseudo brother. Thankful, isn’t he, for the lack of true connection. Hardly brothers. Especially now, after Daniel has wreaked so much havoc in such a short amount of time? Scandal in the newspaper, assaulting friends and, apparently, an ex spouse – this troublesome news was enough for Liam to seek a confrontation. An attempt at tempering. It’d turned into quite the opposite, though, when punches were thrown and an angry draw called. Those punches are what he sports the marks of, and though he can feel them healing with haste, he’ll still have to answer for them. To August and – “Ah, shit.” To Johanna. Whom he’d offered limited explanation for his departure and no real date of reference for his return. Had he wanted to return? Maybe. He’s here now, isn’t he? And worse for wear, which has led to worry written all over Jo’s face. “Johanna.” He clears his throat, then, wanting to apologize. Is it meant for her? No way to be sure. “Ah, it’s not entirely mine. Which maybe isn’t consolation, but... just a bit of a scuffle. No harm done, really.” A hand run down his jaw, a sigh, weary, regretful. “This isn’t really how I wanted to greet you. Planned to stop by the shop tomorrow, you know. But, well. Here we are.” It’s as much of an explanation as he can manage. His focus turns to her instead. “How are you, then? Alright?”