#xvvitchy

for @xvvitchy & @joneshead

ind. sel. chance harbor circle / tsc.  melissa glaser. faye chamberlain. jake armstrong. adam conant. 

    Faye wasn’t in the bathroom for more than a few seconds before turning right back around, and out the door. Had she really just seen a duck, marching around in their bathroom. “ Okay—why is there a rodent in our shower? ” she demanded at the present company; which happened to be only Nick and Adam. 

  Sharing a bedroom with 2 other people had it’s endless count of cons. One, being, his personal space. But, what he had just walked into had taken that loss of personal space to a whole other level. Adam, getting out of bed, and showing too much Adam for the morning. “Ever hear of tucking `em in?” Jake patronized. “No one wants to see that before coffee.”

   Faye and Melissa both stood unamused at the sight of one of their fellow, dog of a circle member’s dirty draws planted smack dab in the middle of their apartment hallway. Disgusted, the witch had no hesitation in using telekinesis to ixnay that nasty vision out of their walking space. She shook her head, assuming it had to be Nick or Jake, considering Adam’s present role as the token ‘housewife’ witch of the bunch. “Where was that, when we needed it?” And by that, she was referring to the questionable period of time that either of the girls had been hung up on the Armstrong boys. “You’d think the boys would have the decency to spare us of their skid marks before coffee...”