#servantscfnature

I’m stuck on mobile, so had to post this in a text post, and it wouldn’t let me copy the URL, so I made this instead! haha improvising at its finest 😂

lightly tapping her fingers on the wooden desk, she patiently waited for the bell to ring. it was the first day of senior year. and elena was already bored with the class she was assigned to. the only thing that made the class go faster, is knowing lunch was soon and she’d see her best friend. the familiar ring of the bell sounded and she couldn’t help but internally scream, ’finally’. getting up as fast as she could, waving goodbye to the teacher and walking to her locker. when she could see bonnie approach, she shut her locker and waited. “want to go out for lunch instead of eating here?” she asked.

                    ”Sorry, subtly is NOT my strong suit, magic should only                    be done by Moroi, I didn’t REALISE witches were a thing,                   it makes SENSE, but still, it’s unnatural. Just excuse me.”

baking. an activity where a bunch of people can come together and well, bake. or in hope's case, an activity where her and auntie bonnie had bonding time. currently, there was a cookie sheet full of chocolate chip cookies in the oven. and the counter was semi-full of muffins, brownies, and maybe a little bit of cupcakes. with flour nearly covering every inch of her tiny body, she turned to bonnie, "auntie bonnie, can we make cake next?" she asked. the tip of her nose still covered in the sugar filled frosting they had just used to decorate the cupcakes. "and then maybe —" she paused, lightly tapping her chin, her tongue slightly poking out at the corner of her mouth as she tried her hardest to think of something to make after cake. "pie?" she asked, finally coming to the conclusion.

shoutout to these amazing blogs! Lovely lovely people, I love you guys so much, thank you for making writing so much fun!

It annoys me....as everytime there is a brit in some show or another they are all snobby and stuck up and its like 'we get stereotyped as it and its annoying as hell.

brows furrow slightly at the mention of having a feeling. head tilting just a bit before she speaks. “a feeling?” she asked. “what kind of a feeling?”