#wellward

i LOVED erica hahn it was a crime how she was treated by the show

      it was not her good old truth cake, although part of her wanted to bring it so she could know for sure what the woman knew or not, sadly but a regular carrot cake with chocolate frosting that she had slipped a couple of droplets of a soothing draught ------ and that hilda would try to use as a distraction while she came to check on ms wardwell and maybe give sabrina a ride home so she wouldn’t have to walk ( well, technically speaking she did not have to walk back home at all, she could easily teleport herself but  how else would harvey take her home if she didn’t ? of course —— she wasn’t daft to point that out to her niece, there was enough teen angst as it was ).

      the aftermath of their encounter with the pagan coven was still very fresh on hilda —— especially the whole spider thing; somehow, she knew she could never look at her familiars the same way anymore, no matter how many flowered patterns they made on their webs to cheer her up or how many dream catchers they made, she still felt an unpleasant feeling run down her spine as they moved.

      shaking these foolish thoughts away ( despite what was said of her, she was a proper witch, couldn’t afford to be afraid of her own familiars now, could she ? ), made her way through the corridors, searching her memory as to where ms meeks had told her the former principal would be and heading there.

       there were still a couple of minutes before the class was dismissed and, as such, hilda decided to wait patiently by the door instead of knocking and interrupting her —— she could have easily tried to schedule a meeting with her via ms meeks, as the secretary had suggested, but that would make her lose the element of surprise, and she would need it most now.

      through years of taming her emphatic abilities, hilda has found that the best ways to find an honest emotion and thoughts was to surprise them —— either by waking them up or making a sudden visit, like the one she was doing now ——   although her readings will most likely be weak for she was mainly a touch empath, she still hoped she would be able to feel a hint of suspicious thoughts if they were there at all.

      as the students started to leave ( not sabrina’s class, it seems ), hilda waited another couple of minutes, glancing down at the soothing cake she had made this very morning ( and may or may not made sure that zelda ate at least a whole piece of it before leaving for the academy, if not for her own sake but for the sake of her sister’s blood pressure ), before she knocked on the open door gently, as if trying not to scare her  ——  leaning in slightly so her head could be seen as she greeted the woman:

       “ ah ——   ms wardwell ? hi there ! hilda, sabrina’s aunt. i was wondering if perhaps we could talk for a bit ? ” she asked, taking a tentative step into the classroom ——   the woman had been possessed by a high ranked demon for months, and had been brought back by that very same demon they now had as deity, it was possible that there could be some after effects of that on her psyche; mortals were, after all, a bit more frail and delicate than witches in these matters, worlds apart from the stone, strong, coldness most witches were known to possess.  “ i know i haven’t scheduled anything beforehand and parents-teacher meeting are yet to come but ------ i already was in town...and i got some cake, if you’d like ? i promise that's not a bribe for you to raise sabrina's grades...” well, not yet... the witch grinned warmly in a half hearted fashion.

Tophel had been watching for quite a while, ever since the woman had been returned to life. Some people were good at forgetting such things, repressing memories to the point that that it didn’t even make it into nightmares. This one however, she did not appear to have that gift. With that in mind it was only right to say something, and attempt to fix a little of what her stupid brother’s scheming had done.

“You’re definitely not going insane. Honestly it probably wouldn’t be as hard on you if you were. Madness can be easier to process...in fact it’s usually a side-effect.” For once she calm, something most thought beyond her, but the teacher needed guidance, and impulsive actions would do her no good. Besides, the fallen was more than than she appeared, always had been.

“I’ve got answers...if you want them.”

“I cannot begin to tell you how much I missed you.” The witch absentmindedly ran her fingers through the brunette’s hair as if it was the most mesmerizing thing in the whole of existence. Few were privileged enough to see her like this, caring, gentle; though she wouldn’t deny that Mary brought out even more of it. “Mary ... You would tell me if something was wrong, wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t lock me out.” The question was almost desperate. Maerose swallowed hard, afraid of how everything was affecting her, of the harm she could do to her.