A "Magical" Dinner Party

Kait · Feb 18, 2019

Ganymede watched Wednesday's demonstration closely, making apprecitive and amazed little sounds as he did. He knew that was just a taste of her power.

"I'm sure you'll master it; you're really good! Thanks for showing me," he told Wednesday.

Tuesday's spell was nifty too, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. That would draw her attention.

Something about the conversation between Monday and Tuesday made his ears perk up. Worried in 'that' way? Since living with his first master, he was used to the presence of horrible mysteries that he wasn't ready to learn about. Tieragoran had taught him that such knowledge could lead to horror. He was worried, now.

But he would try not to think about it.

He turned back to Wednesday. "This has been my favorite place to live so far. I don't have to do much other than go to school."

PixelatedGlory · Feb 18, 2019

Tuesday gladly let Monday pour her a glass of the wine and slowly took a sip. "I see how that would be a relief. I think i'm personally ok with Cami and the occasional guest though," she said as she took a second sip a little too quickly to be polite and then set it down.

She then leaned in to whisper a warning to Monday, "don't forget it isn't always just family by blood." Though servants and such seemed like a decent way around that. All the bonuses of companionship and a not-empty home and none of that horrible murderous curse stuff.

While she spoke seriously with Monday she gave a smile towards Wednesday who seemed to be having a good time over there with Ganymede. Of course if anyone was going to make fast friends with a feline-type it would have been her.

Zora · Feb 19, 2019

Monday glanced strangely at Candle when she commented quite matter-of-fact like that he was the master that she felt the least desire to burn. This comment filled Monday with two emotions - pride and horror, mainly because he knew that Candle didn't really joke.

Garry took the peanut happily from Candle, holding it in his claw, he tilted his head a little and looked at her with a curious bird look for a moment, and finally, said, "Garry give Candle fire?"

Shaking his head, quite amused by Garry's obvious devotion towards Candle, Monday returned his attention to Tuesday.

"I do know," he replied solemnly at her gentle reminder, "My mother wasn't from the coven or even related to us in any way," he said quietly, not wanting to worry Ganymede or Candle. "I haven't noticed anything around them, so hopefully, nothing will happen... I mean, Garry has been with me for over ten years now and it hasn't come for him," Monday reasoned since the bird was the closest thing in his life beside the other witches.

"I am hoping that the theory of not becoming a Rademaker holds true," he said as his gaze moved quietly across those in the room..

"How about you?" Monday asked Tuesday as he sipped his wine. "How are things? I watched you and the others through my scrying dish," he confessed referring to their attempt to find who was at the source of the snow.

"I wish I could have been there. I am sorry, I wasn't," he added regretfully, but knowing if he had been, his curse would have probably taken him.

EmiRose · Feb 19, 2019

Saturday's steps were quick, almost frantic, as he made his way towards Monday's residence, and he kept glancing towards the now clear sky. Saturday had done his best to tidy himself up a bit, his hands and face didn't have grease stains anymore and he had a clean shirt. Toto wasn't sitting on his shoulder but was flying atop his head, in case the horror decided to show up.
Saturday was holding a bottle of white wine, he wasn't sure if it was good but it was the most expensive bottle he could afford. He had debated between red and white wine for almost 20 minutes before settling on the white. Saturday wasn't really that knowledgeable about bringing gifts or such, but he had not wanted to leave it all to Wednesday.
In his other hand Saturday had a bag, that contained his gifts to all the witches in the coven, and some cheeses as another gift. To go with the wine. It was usually wine and cheese, right? Hopefully Monday wouldn't think Saturday was uncultured or rude or such...

Saturday almost walked past Monday's house, too much in thought, and if Toto hadn't screeched he would've kept walking and never stopped. Saturday turned around and jogged to the door, slightly out of breath. The heavy iron band around his neck was feeling even more uncomfortable than usual. Saturday waited for 10 or so seconds for his breath to steady and knocked, Toto settling on his usual spot on Saturday's shoulder. Saturday slipped the wine in the bag with the cheeses and the gifts and waited for someone to open the door, swiping his dreadlocks in order. Today he wasn't wearing his usual bandana, and Saturday's dreadlocks were on one big ponytail. He still had his long leather trenchcoat, but today Saturday was wearing an actual white dress shirt under it, and his black jeans only had few grease stains that barely showed. This was orderly for Saturday, and it felt strange to him.

Lotharingia · Feb 19, 2019

"Well, I hope you're right." She smiled, modestly. "I'm glad you liked it."

Wednesday noticed that Ganymede's attention seemed to shift briefly. She tilted her head for a moment, listening to hear Monday and Tuesdays conversation. They didn't use the words, but she could tell they were discussing their curses. Wednesday was living proof that no blood relation didn't necessarily mean one was safe, she herself was adopted into her family, after all. She wondered what precautions Monday might take with his new little family he was building.

It was a conversation for later. For now, they were supposed to be having a relaxing evening.

"It's nice here on the island, isn't it? It was um, a lot to get used to when I first arrived, but it's nice to not have to hide what I am here."

The Verdun clan's reclusive nature meant that Wednesday herself rarely go to travel outside her home. The kind of freedom she now had in comparison was very new to her

"What kind of place did you live in before coming here?" She asked, curious.

Pallas · Feb 19, 2019

Whatever facial expression was written on Monday's face when they made their comment was lost Candle for they were too attentive of Garry at the moment. After Garry accepted their peanut and offered a morsel of flame in turn, Candle but nodded their head. It was an acceptable exchange and was one that the two grew accustomed to.

"That you can Garry, I accept your offer of fire." stated Candle as they hold up other hand. Once Garry belched our a puff of flame, Candle was quick to catch it with their slender fingers. Once caught, they corral the fire with but a circular motion their index finger until it was contained in spherical form no larger than orange. The ball of flame then floats in front of Candle's mouth and proceeds to devour it just as black hole would a star. As they finished dappling their mouth with napkin, there was knock at the door and Candle jumped out of their seat into a standing position.

"There is someone at the door, shall I open it for you and let our guest inside?" offered Candle, an action born more out of reflex and their compulsion to serve.

Zora · Feb 19, 2019

Monday had also heard the door and was just about to go and answer when Candle offered to. He suspected it was either Saturday or Sunday, though his gut feeling was that it was Saturday since they had texted earlier that they would probably be running a bit late.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Monday asked Candle fully ready to answer the door if it was an imposition of any sort.

Kait · Feb 19, 2019

The smile faltered. Wednesday didn't know it, but she had asked a difficult question. Or at the very least, a difficult question to discuss. But what was he going to do - Refuse to answer? That would be rude, he thought.

"Well..." he shifted in his seat. "I'm one of the NEK0s who was rescued last month." A lot of people hadn't heard of them. "I was custom-made for a warlock who was originally from Scandinavia, but he moved into Russia a few decades ago. He was the first person I lived with. His home was a big mansion, and it was very far away from where most humans lived. It also didn't have a lot of electricity, but it has a lot of unusual magic things."

He decided to skim over the part about how he was treated. Still, it was better than the last

"When he died, my makers took me to an underground trading post in Japan. I lived in a couple of places, but I kept being taken back. That's where most of us were rescued from."

His smile was still there, but only barely, through pure force of will. Ganymede was doing his best not to dwell on the things he was talking about. "I'm lucky though. I get to have a foster home now." Most of the other rescued NEK0s had to live in the dorms, probably in part because they looked older than he did. His situation seemed like a step up from that, and both were better than slavery.

When their new guest came into view, Ganymede would stand to greet him. Force of habit.

Pallas · Feb 19, 2019

"None at all." answered Candle. Having already made the effort of standing up, they might as well get the door for Monday. So they pushed their chair back and walked over to the front entrance, Garry still perched on their shoulder.

Upon opening the door they were greeted with an imposing figure of man whom one would think would be more accustomed in factotum than a wizened warlock. Still, Candle had no reason to suspect was anyone but one of Monday's esteemed guest despite all appearances. Monday was and their company was very much... an atypical collection of beings.

"Greetings sir." opened up Candle, their glowing eyes looking to the bottle of what looked to be wine, a gift that all the more reason confirms their reason being here "You were expected for some time. Do come in, Monday and the others are already seated."

Candle then opens the door fully and beckons him inside with a motion of their hand, pointing in the direction of the dining table that everyone else was currently taking their seating.

@EmiRose

PixelatedGlory · Feb 19, 2019

"Here's hoping," Tuesday held her glass up in a halfhearted toast towards Monday. "We don't need to lose any more if we can help it. But please don't use names- bad habit to be in."

She hadn't blamed him for not being present at the ritual, just as she would hope the others wouldn't blame her for not doing something in silence. They all had their limitations. Lethally so. Tuesday held her glass in her one hand and just let it swirl a little. "I've been well. There's some very interesting people i've met here. Magic-wise though i'm still firmly in the candle camp."

The whole process of consuming fire shown off by Candle was fairly interesting though so she was a little distracted by that. It was a little like watching a candle be lit but in reverse. And a person rather than inanimate wax.

The knocking on the door interrupted them once more but as the guest was led in Tuesday smiled and held up her glass. "Glad you could make it Saturday. You didn't miss much other than some discussion on outfits," she chuckled mostly to herself and greeted her fellow witch.

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