Get Witchy With It

Bruce’s eyes narrowed for a moment but he didn’t say anything, instead he just shook his head "I never said that.” Though the conviction in his voice was lacking slightly there was a cold look in his eye. “What’re you doing here?” he asked her curiously, brushing a hand through his hair “You have a bad habit of popping up wherever I happen to be, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re following me.” he teased lightly.

      “No you didn’t. I did.” Meredith retorted, eyes narrowing slightly at his seeming defensiveness. “I’m not following you. But this is a rather small town-- at least in comparison to Gotham and we do go to the same school.” Mithian pointed out inferring the question, why would it be so strange they’d continuously cross paths? Yet there’s teasing in her tone. “That said, it’s a good thing we ran into each other. I had something to talk to you about.”

     i am not a   follower.      i will not   s u b m i t .

Bruce exhaled, closing his eyes “You didn’t waste your first chance,  so there was no second chance but the truth is that people don’t change.” the young billionaire exhaled “People are given too many second chances and they do whatever they want, so no- there shouldn’t be a second chance."he said "They should be locked up if they commit a crime, banished if they betray someone.” he said, “It’s better that way.”  Less painful, but he wouldn’t admit that aloud.

     There’s a moment of silence which passes between them as Mithian considers his words. She wanted to believe that she’d give some people a second chance but would she give her mother one? The woman that had taken her magic for the better part of her life? Who had killed her brother? Had killed her resulting in her father’s ultimate death bringing her back? She agreed with what the Council had determined, that her mother had to die, as harsh as it was. “It’s lets painful.” Mithian agreed, saying the words even if he didn’t.

“I might be good at magic but even I can admit I suck at aim.” Mithian replied, making a face at the mess. “Anyone want to give me a hand here?” She called out, thankful they were in a part of the library/bookstore that only supernaturals were generally allowed. Gotta love that second-floor treatment. 

“Second chances are a fantasy.”

     “If that’s true, why’d you give our friendship a second chance?” Granted, she supposed, that their friendship hadn’t really ended as much as faded when they hadn’t been able to keep in contact, but still, even after everything that happened in her life, she wanted to believe that some people could be given a second chance. “You don’t really think that though, do you? That no one deserves a second chance?” 

     ”My mom loved Star Wars, you can thank her for that.” Carly joked back and allowed herself to relax further. She listened attentively to Mithian’s words and followed her out of the building towards the brunette’s parked car. However, the sound of a bark grabbed the blonde’s attention. Her gaze followed the voice to a very, very large dog in the backseat, though she suspected the beast wasn’t simply another dog. Luckily, Mithian soothed Grom’s worries but not before Carly jumped a little with fear. Another lovely reason to have Mithian as a friend rather than an enemy. After one last glance to make sure the dog was appeased, Carly settled herself in the car and closed the door.

     There’s a soft laugh that escapes Mithian as she pulls the car out of the lot and onto Lucinda Ave, stopping it once when a few students decided to dart out across the street. “Hey! Werewolves aren’t that bad, Alex used to let Michelle ride him in his wolf form when she was little.” (Though she didn’t expect her to know who Michelle was.) A lot of people thought him harsh, but they didn’t understand how difficult it was to suddenly be thrust into the role of your parents. Still, he had his moments. 

       Her last name was what caught her attention, and she turned towards the voice, a little wary. Things starting off like this, with a somewhat professional, serious, edge never ended well. Even if this wasn’t Court, people with problem’s seemed to need her, and she was happy to oblige, but time was hardly something she had much of. Problems always took time. Still, a smile crossed her face, her usual friendly and welcoming persona taking place of her doubts. The woman who stood before her, Mithian, surprised her however. They’d barely spoken, and she hardly struck Lissa as someone who needed the help. “Of course, Mithian. What can I do for you?”

     Mithian wasn’t one to be intimidated by authority, at least not anymore. Her early life had been plagued with timidness but her later life? Now that had been when she’d learned to embrace power. Besides, the Dragomir Queen wasn’t her Queen, as she’d pointed out. In addition, the few Moroi that she’d grown up around-- while a part of the Moroi society-- had settled in Dalcrest and as such were a part of Dalcrest’s world and codes. “It’s about one of the Moroi students here.” 

”People? Who?” Carly interjected, her heart rate increasing with anticipation. Mithian knew so much more about magic than she, and knew even more powerful people. If there was anyone to help her in her quest for knowledge, it was Mithian. She was fortunate to have a mentor and friend who could open so many doors for her. The blonde’s earlier aloofness subsided and her shoulders relaxed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a weird transition being back and I shouldn’t have let my mood gotten to me like that. Thanks for the rescue, Master.” The blonde offered a small smile that didn’t fully reach her eyes, but it was something.

   There’s an obvious smirk on her face when Carly begins to question just who Mithian’s taking her to. “I suppose that depends on who’s home when we get there.” Mithian replied cryptically. “It’s alright, you’re still new to all this. But just know this is only the beginning. Being a part of us is going to start to open doors for you. You have access to our collective knowledge now. But being my fellow Star Wars nerd lets you have a few more doors than the others.” Mithian joked, beginning to lead her out to her car. 

Startled with the sudden attention Mithian directed towards her, Carly blushed slightly and raised an eyebrow at the brunette. She didn’t mind staying in class, and really didn’t like all the eyes looking at her as she gathered her things. The blonde shuffled out of the room and gave Mithian a curious glance. With a raised eyebrow, Carly spoke. “And why exactly do I need a jailbreak? I don’t mind class.”

There’s a slight eyebrow raise of her own, a response to her tone. Most students that were taken out of class relished the chance. Furthermore, it wasn’t often that Mithian herself took kids out of class, unless it was Kol that is. Still, Mithian smiled without missing a beat, shaking her head. “Such a bookworm, you’ve got to learn to live a little Carly.” 

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