#mcnsdesires

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Hair half tied up in a bun (as pretty much always) and in a plain, black shirt, the girl was stepping her toes to reach for the top shelf. “Come on.” She muttered more or less to herself, sighing when he moved back on her feet. It wasn’t until she noticed him walking in when she smiled, quietly waiting in the kitchen. It was one of Allison’s first days in the house and she was enjoying it so far. At least she got to do what she adored: cooking and baking. “Good evening.” Allison started. “Could you -- maybe grab those plates for me? I could find other plates and I didn’t want to go and roam in your closets like that.”

Jeselia de Rood, one of the most powerful witches the land still had was laying lifeless in front of her. “Mother, please.” Jessie whispered, running out of her healing spells as she kept her small, soft hands above the body. She had been out to feed the animals on their farm when several screams were heard. Surrounded by five of her other sisters, Jessie was the only one alive. Perhaps she was even the last witch alive, anywhere. They had been a treat to the Kingdom for years. Seemingly the years of running didn’t pay off: they also found them right there, as every other time murdering every one of them.  “Show yourself, I dare you!” The girl yelled as she got up, hands in front of her as her only form of protection. Her eyes were swollen, red from all the crying when she kept herself low. Whispering a soft ‘vandala’ she send a small earthquake over the ground, focusing herself on the silence around her.

Sofia felt beyond nervous, she was counting on this job. Clutching her resumé in one hand and handbag in the other, she waited patiently in the hallway to the office. The lady on the phone hadn’t told her much, just sent her the job guideline and she's hoping that the interviewer was nice. Hearing her name called and the directions towards the office, Sofia stood and straightened her skirt, moving towards the office. Knocking on the door, Sofia waited a few seconds before gently pushed the handle to let herself in. “Sir, it's Sofia Montgomery, it's nice to--” words died on her lips as she took in the face of the interviewer. Shit, she knew him. She hadn't been able to get him out of her head the past two days. “Uhh. I.. Fuck.”