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the angry hex-caster
the warm enchantress
it depends
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[size=8][color=silver] Ding dong! The wicked ol' witch is back!
"Shut up. That's not funny," a still, monotone voice. Viola narrowed her eyes at the hazy sight of the back gate of the camp in the distance. Her heels should've been difficult to walk in and hazardous against the rocky and grassy floor of the forest, but somehow, she trekked between the trees with ease. Some people had relatives, friends from camp, a taxi, somebody, anybody to take them to camp. But not Viola. She had no one, and even if she did, she'd prefer to walk through the woods to the backside of the camp. She enjoyed walking through the forest outside of the camp, filled with monsters for her to examine and collects parts of for her alchemy, pulsing with the plights of the dead who died to those monsters, and overflowing with magic energy. White daylight checkered through the canopy of the forest, the silhouettes of branches like claws against the light and their shadows painting dark snakes across the bushes and rocks.
Oh. Come on! I'm just messing around!
"Tristan, you realize they put 'Rest In Peace' on tombstones for a reason, right? Go back to being dead, please. You're annoying." The witch rounded a corner, getting closer to the gate.
Fine, if you want to be like that. I'll get you next year though! I'll make you laugh your socks off.
"Whatever." Viola rolled her eyes. Mediumship was stereotyped as something traumatizing and terrifying to have, when, in reality, the dead were almost no different than the living. Some of them were cool, some of them were mean, some of them were petty, and some of them were just plain stupid. Like Tristan. He didn't even die to an actual monster. He got impaled by the antlers of some deer he made mad.
Viola finally reached the back entrance to the camp. It was a large, metal gate. For the average person, they would have to put in the horribly complicated code or get someone to open from the other side for them, but not Viola. As soon as Viola approached the gates, they parted so she could step through. Once she reached the other side, they slammed behind her. Suddenly, the whispers of long gone camp members tickled at her ears, but Viola ignored them for now. She looked around at the camp, now buzzing with activity, her fingers tightening around her spell book and her small bag feeling heavy on her back. Everyone was really back, Viola was back, and it was time for another summer of fun. When it wasn't time for camp, Viola was studying ancient literature and multi-cultural forms of witchcraft in universities all around the world, so it was nice to come back here for fun after a long year of studying. Viola had learned all types of new spells and enchantments, and of course, curses and hexes. Speaking of witchcraft, Viola had an important decision on her mind, and she needed to see someone about it-- soon.
Viola began to walk through the camp, observing everyone as she walked by. She saw Jo, a friend Viola held very dear, talking with her crush, Octavia. She spotted Micah, the quiet boy talking with Auri. Oh, Auri. Viola sensed the presence of the psychiatry journal in her bag, filled with tons and tons of notes of various people she had studied all across the world. Some of them were flat out insane. But the most intriguing of all was somehow Auri. She spotted Annabelle, Kamden, Aegus, and Ava, all people she particularly liked, talking in a group. Then she spotted Alias walking towards the Zeus Cabin, and a tiny magic sparkles shifted between Viola's fingers. Vi wasn't stupid, she could've easily foretold how her little crush was going to play out in the end: not at all in her favor. But she didn't care, as this crush gave her those little bursts of emotion that nothing else did, and made her magic stronger. So, for now, she would embrace it, and procrastinate with the realism. Viola didn't see Brooklyn, Viola's curse and hex test subject, and she also didn't see Thorne, her best friend. But worst of all, she couldn't spot her brother, Tiberius, and she had a pressing matter she needed to discuss with him.
Viola made her way over to where Annabelle, Kamden, Aegus, and Ava had gathered. "Greetings, everyone." Viola's voice drifted over to the warm enchantress, calm, but inviting, and the angry hex-caster and the serene witch seemed to back off. Viola leaned forward and gave the food-avenger a slight, quick hug and did the same to the son of Eros. "How have you all been doing? And, although I hate to do this, after you tell me about that could you possibly tell me if you have spotted Tiberius anywhere? It appears I can't find him."
sorry i typed so much, i had so much muse
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