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[namedafteracat]

Yeah... My costume is a lot.

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[kinklewitch]

"That's an understatement. What are you supposed to be anyway?"

[namedafteracat]

"I think it's supposed to be the love child of Count Dracula and the Swamp Thing." Sure, the webbed fingers made serving a pain in the god damned ass, but why would the powers that be think about that when buying the costumes for the staff? He was half convinced that a certain Great Aunt of his bought it on purpose for him after he nearly burnt the family house to the ground back in high school. "Don't you have some binding rituals to study or something?"

[kinklewitch]

"Riiiiight..." What it was, was a mess, but she wasn't about to say that outloud; it would be rude. So instead she sipped her milkshake and concentrated on her brother's second question. Something that got a major eye-roll out of her. "I think that depends on who you ask. If you ask me? No. I'm meeting friends."

Well, a friend. A boy.

[namedafteracat]

"Watch it, Missy." He warned, propping an elbow on the counter between them. "I'll return your Yule presents faster than you can say bippity boppity boo." Friends, huh? Oh Salem recognized that tone right there. Di might as well have held up a huge neon sign saying she was hiding something. "Who are these friends?" He plucked the milkshake right out of her hands and took a generous sip. Damn... he made a good shake.

[kinklewitch]

"What? You can't do that, Mom won't let you." Because when in doubt, invoke the parentals. Typically, Harvey was her go-to, but when it came to matters more...witch-y in nature, she used her mother.

And she wasn't hiding anything. Well...maybe. But only because she knew what her family would say. And right now? She really didn't want to hear it. "Same ones as always -- Claire, Margot, Harper...Jason."

[namedafteracat]

"That's the thing, oh Sister Mine." The shake slid back across the counter to her. "What mom doesn't know won't hurt her. I'd just conjure them back in place before she had the chance to look." Not that their mom wouldn't see right through his shenanigans and guilt him into buying another present as punishment for getting Di all riled up. "Jason." Now he certainly wasn't one of the usual suspects. At least not since he was home from school last... Interesting. "Tell me more about this Jason fellow. Mortal? Dreamier than any boy you've ever seen before in your short life? Let me guess, he's the kind of guy that brings his acoustic guitar to all the school functions because it's the only personality trait he has."

[kinklewitch]

"You mean what Mom doesn't know won't hurt you." Because they all knew if Sabrina found out he was riling her up there would not only be new presents, but some hours logged helping the Aunties at the Mortuary.

He was. Kind of. He was new that year, but he had been hanging around their little group since September. The butterflies in Di's stomach whenever she talked to him were new though. "Yeah. He's mortal. And in a few of my classes at Baxter. We've been hanging around together since September and ew. No. There's no acoustic guitar, you weirdo."

[destinedheir]

"It's very... Unusual. Is it inspired by HP Lovecraft?" Wyatt asked, amused.