#stormmacmillan

Anubis: How do you feel about death?

That’s a little terrifying, don’t you think? I mean, what else is there? We don’t really know. All the research and magical power and knowledge and everything and all we know is that there has to be something after because ghosts exist? I don’t like not knowing....

Atum: What are your greatest imperfections?

....what does this even mean? Greatest imperfections? Like the things about yourself tha tare bad but you like the most? Or your weaknesses that are actually strengths? Is this a job interview? I’m so confused.... I’m going to move on.

Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?

I’m pretty cool I guess not. idk, I’m good at numbers and I love to read. I’ll talk to pretty much everyone? honestly I’m a hot mess and I just want to feel loved in this world. How is it possible that I fall so hard so quickly and no one ever loves me back? Why am I never good enough?

Ares: Are you an easy person to anger?

Not really. I don’t get angry, I get sad.

Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist?

Definitely not. Creativity is not my forte, except perhaps in equations.

Apollo: Do you play any instruments?

Well, I started to learn the cello when I was younger. Of course I picked the biggest and most impressive instrument, so I thought. I got pretty good, but it’s been a couple of years since I’ve touched it.

Apollo & Dianna: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night?

send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

Perhaps it was karma for the tongue lashing that Emma had given storm at the Beginning of the Year party but to be shoved into the other witch by a raucous pair of fourth years had not been on her agenda to do. She had been wandering through the halls, already in a foul mood. She had been in no state to get into it with anyone, preferring to keep her own company until the internal tempest calmed down. When her body had slammed into Storm’s, the motion had sent them both tumbling to the floor.

While Storm hit the ground, Emma’s fall was cushioned by the soft curves of Storm’s body, softening the blow. While the wind was still knocked out of her, Emma couldn’t help but pant slightly, flicking her eyes up and coming face to face with the startled blonde. Lips twitching as the first real stroke of amusement hit her, she couldn’t even help herself from adding, “You look good from this angle, Storm.” 

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

Storms. Emma is all about the storms considering she is a storm herself. Hell, she even smells like the fresh, stormy air right before a thunderstorm.

☎ :List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.

Is there honestly anyone? If forced to call out, she’d either call out for Andromeda Black or Daisy Hookum

✖ :Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

☆ :Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?

Ted loves falling stars. Anything to do with the sky and space, he loses his shit over. He absolutely would wish on them as for what he would wish for? Most likely something along the lines of either having a magical sibling or his parents becoming okay with his magical status.

☁ :Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day.

Ted would absolutely be outside in the rain. He loves the rain. Or he’d be out, screwing around with his friends.

✓ :Name at least two people who can trust them with their life.