#mastermixologist

*· ☆,.- Salem could not deny it, this festival  was going to be fun. His whole life he had loved parties. Pretty people to flirt with, drinks, good food... sure, mundane parties were not as good, for the most part - who who could keep himself from spicing things up a little now? The Witch's Council was out of reach, he could do what he wanted in this town.

*· ☆,.- Usually, for Salem, a one-night-stand was a one-night-stand. and that did include not meeting people again he had slept with. At least, not on purpose. But Eliot was special, and Salem still had some plans with the other warlock.

*· ☆,.- It wasn’t the worst that she was not in Canterlot anymore - sure, it was bad, but maybe something the princess would be able to deal with. No, the worst thing was this body. This body without fur or wings or a horn or hooves. This body that felt so weak that Luna was worried to faint, would she be trapped inside of it for any longer. Was her magic even still there?

The former pony sat down on a bench, focusing on her hands, and trying to concentrate on a simple spell... simple magic that would hopefully work in some way. Her skin started to tingle, and, thankfully, soon blue flames started to linger around her hands which have been hooves not to long ago....

*· ☆,.- Quentin didn’t like parties. Period. They were loud, and crowded, and more often than not he would end up all drunk and unable to remember anything the next morning. But there was also Eliot.... and Eliot loved such events, from what the mage knew. And Q... well, he liked Eliot.So maybe they could spend a little time together there. A foolish idea, maybe. But it was stuck in Quentin’s head now, so head had to do it.

*· ☆,.- Bella was late again, and she knew it. Her new life in this town was not exactly great so far - her apartment had the size of a shoe box, her neighbour obviously liked metal music, and her boss was an idiot. But, it was as it was. At least nothing here did remember her of Edward.

So lost in her thoughts, she did not notice how slippery the sidewalk was, and, of course ended up landing on her ass somehow. “Jesus, shit... ouch!”