#worstwiitches

“Well, I think every witch has that one particular thing they excel it. My sister is very good at curses. She has a whole wall of---” A whole wall of shoes, one shoe for each person she’d ever cursed, but Hilda didn’t think that specific needed to be shared right now. “erm, never mind. And then my nephew is very skilled with necromancy, while I-- well, I am the Academy of Unseen Arts unbeaten bubbler. Potions have always been my particular forte. It’s like cooking”

“Well, I’m more aware of what it’s like to run a school then you know,” Lilith told Pippa, though her eyes were on her potion rather than the blonde witch behind her, “I’ve been a Principal for some time now. Of a mortal high school” She added with a glance over her shoulder, “And I know that the devil is, quite literally, in the details. And having a good assistant,” She finished adding the last ingredient, bottling it without explaining what it was for, and turned her full attention to Pippa, putting on a crisp smile “Do you have one? An assistant? Someone who...gathers information for you, running around eagerly to do the things you’re much too busy and important for?”

“What happened?” Lilith repeated, pausing for a moment in...silent contemplation as to whether to completely share the entire, truthful story of just what had happened to Stolas, her....supposed factotum. She decided that not only was honesty the best policy...it was the only one she really had any interest in adhering to. 

 “Well, he betrayed me, which led to the death of the one thing I loved so I destroyed him in a burst of hellfire, turning the ungrateful stool pigeon to a pile of ash that has absolutely no chance of ever being resurrected” She told her frankly, though inside, something of the heartbreak of that particular betrayal returned. Stolas has been her oldest friend and companion...and in a single moment he’d turned everything against her. 

She closed her eyes for a moment, willing the feeling away and...refocused her attention on Fenella. “There’s a kitten room?”

@worstwiitches​ sent: ❝ What happened to you? ❞ ~ for Carina from Ethel Hallow ( Meme / Accepting )

Rey looked at the plate of food in the other’s hand, teeth biting down upon her lip as she debated with herself.  She was hungry; had always been more hungry than she realized until she’d gotten a chance to eat.  Always stuffing her face, to the point where she would never quite be able to enjoy the meal.  She was... always moving.  “I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t think I can take that from you.”  Even when she was unsure when her next meal would be - her next proper meal, anyway - she didn’t feel right taking it.  Not when it was technically someone else’s.  “You should take it for yourself.”