the sassy spellman

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rvnlodged‌:

       “not entirely sure how i feel about new years eve this year. last year i was in new york, and this year i’m in riverdale. i mean okay i’m happy i get to celebrate with friends, but at the same time i miss going close to time square, well getting the best view from the best hotels in new york and getting to watch the ball drop. kinda bittersweet about it this year.”

“i’ve never been to the big city but i have been in london, and it’s quite the spectacle compared to greendale or riverdale. this town could at least do a firework show.”

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chcrlesmith‌:

“oh yeah? are you and the mayor on good terms or some shit?” charles raised his brow, a light chuckle from his lips after he spoke, pushing his thick hair out of his eyes. “i suppose so, can’t really hurt to..lure more people to the place, i make a mean cocktail.” he laughed, popping another fry in his mouth before turning his glance over at ambrose, a look of curiousity on his features. “oh wow, like dead bodies and shit? gross…interesting, but gross.” he shivered a little. “what did you do? rob a guy? tag a sacred bridge? i feel like you just have to look at someone funny here to get arrested.”

“i would hope so. i’m her assistant.” he teased, laughing at his own statement. “cocktail? i’m originally a brit and we drink more hardcore than that. where’s the double shots of vodka?” ambrose didn’t drink often because his aunties never had much in the house aside from gin which tasted like total ass to him. “exactly dead bodies. people tend to get grossed out by me saying that but you seem more curious than anything.” he smiled. “didn’t have much of a choice and i sadly had nothing else to occupy my time. it made me very immune to most things.” he laughed. “i attempted to blow up the vatican.” ambrose kept a serious tone before chuckling. it was an actual truth but people never believed him. “kidding. when i was much younger i ran with a gang that ended up being one of the biggest criminal gangs where i’m from. nothing like murder or anything but a lot of vandalism, robbery, and such. i mostly ran the books and by default i was involved. i needed a family at that point in time after my parents were murdered.” he wasn’t lying, but there was some misleading statements in his story.

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elixwhitt‌:

“Well aren’t you both quite clever,” Eli gave Ambrose a small nod of submission and gave Leviathan a little scratch above the nose. “familiars are wonderful things,” Eli missed his familiar Aradia. “What can you tell me about the witches in Riverdale?” 

“You can never be too careful when you aren’t in your usual domain.” Ambrose said as his familiar fell back into his satchel. “This is my second one gifted to me by the head of our coven.” He didn’t have his last familiar for long, as it got taken and killed when he was put under house arrest and in the care of his aunties. “Well, my coven is from Greendale which is the town over. The witches in this town have managed to keep themselves hidden. I’m unaware of an official coven. Your reconnaissance is not going too peachy, I’m assumin’?”

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excepticnaltalent‌:

He  should  have  guessed  before  the  handsome  stranger  even  open  his  mouth  that  he  wasn’t  from  here .  Certainly  not  this  town ,  and  apparently  not  even  this  country . It  explained  the  man’s  impeccable  style ,  and  only  made  Pete  all  the  more  interested  in  knowing  him  better .  He  was  above  most  cliches  -  but  not  the  appeal  of  that  particular  accent .  His  smile  brightened  as  the  other  man’s  gaze  swept  over  him , nothing  subtle  or  ambiguous  about  it .  He  relished  the  attention ;  he  knew  he  looked  good ,  though  his  best  features  were  hidden  away  under  a  Prada  t - shirt  and  fitted  gray  jacket . 

“  Oh  I  can  see  that , ”  he  replied ,  taking  a  step  to  close  the  distance  between  them  a  little  more .  “  Riverdale  is  an  ordinary  kind  of  place ,  and  you’re  anything  but  that . ”  They  had  that  much  in  common , at  least .  “  I  was  born  and  bred  in  New  York . Upper  East  Side .  But  I’ve  been  here  nearly  six  months  now .  Between  the  Lodges  and  I  this  town  will  soon  be  overrun  by  socialites . ” 

There was a split second that Ambrose believed he encountered another witch, as the man had this level of confidence as if he could detect Ambrose was of magical origins.  Ambrose for some reason couldn’t get a clear read on the man, as if he was an expert at giving off a level of charm that was tailored exactly to knock even the toughest of person off guard. He was cute, and Ambrose was awful at hiding his eyes and the staring at certain features.

“Ambrose Spellman.” The man said, extending his hand for the other to grab and shake. “Standing out is an extraordinary gift of mine, especially in a positive manner.” He was enjoying this interaction more than he should have, but something about this male was alluring and mysterious - and Ambrose was always down to figure someone out. “I’m well aware of the grooming process of this town. I have to say, if more people are coming here such as yourself because I don’t know how I’ll be able to contain myself.” He said, his grin already coming back to his face.

“I’ll warn you though, I’m a lot scarier than meets the eye.” People never believed him, but it had always been a fair warning that he felt obligated to say.

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elixwhitt‌:

“I’m so much as interested in talking to the mayor as I am in talking to you,” Eli said to the man. He thought his invisibility spell was strong but apparently not strong enough for Ambrose was aware of his presence. Eli made himself visible again and approached Ambrose, he kept his guard up-as every witch and warlock should when they encounter someone of another coven.

“How did you know that I was following you?”

“Don’t hear that everyday.” Ambrose was never a person that many people wanted to talk to, it was something he’d been used to even before coming to Riverdale. The person he encountered was of magical origins, and Ambrose was only aware because his familiar was able to detect such spells.

“You underestimate the powers of familiars who are able to pick up on such spells.” Leviathan had been in his satchel, and poked his head out almost as if he’d been bragging. “With Riverdale out of bounds of our coven territory, we have to be extra cautious. “Can I help you?”

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larksntgo‌:

“Sorry, I might’ve been daydreaming a bit. Just kind of can’t seem to get my head in check with all these regular head aches I’ve been having recently. Not that I can’t notice an attractive man waking down the street, but I doubt the mayor would take any kind of request from someone who’s only eighteen and probably not even on their radar.” Lark explained. “So do you always go strolling around Riverdale in a colorful getup or is this a special occasion?”

There were slight hints of flirtatious teasing, but it was truly an honest and friendly approach, as much as he could muster at that moment. What seemed like moments passed and he flinched from the pain of his headache, and even if he tried any sort of medication, he didn’t think they could truly fix what his real problem was at the moment. “My mind’s foggy and I would say something terribly cheesy like could you empty your pockets cause I think you’ve stolen my heart or even this I would like to take you to the movies, but they don’t allow outside snacks in there.I”

“It’s not everyday I witness someone talk about a headache while managing to compliment me in the same sentence.” Ambrose chuckled, gripping his leather shoulderbag just to have something to hold onto. “You said you have a headache?” In his bag he had several elixirs that quickly cured headaches, and mortals tended to not know the difference between it and cough syrup. “I have just the thing if you’re interested. Though, it’s wise to not take items from strangers. It’s a natural blend of several plants from Greendale from my Auntie’s garden.” Ambrose held out the substance. “I’ll take some too if you don’t trust me.”

Ambrose chuckled, leaning against the brick wall of the nearest building. “I dress for the job. My usual garments are not nearly as fancy but they adopt a more retro style.” He replied. “You’re unique, I like it. And you deserve the compliment of being very handsome. Are you normally this flirtatious or is this a special day?”

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overwhclms‌:

          when  called  in  for  visitors  ,  archie  expects  what  he  always  gets  —  BETTY  COOPER  ,  with  overwhelming  love  and  a  temporary  escape  from  the  darker  places  he’s  grown  accustomed  to  .  his  FATHER  ,  bearing  news  from  home  ,  from  sports  ,  and  a  comfort  he’ll  never  get  used  to  being  without  .  his  best  friend  ,  JUGHEAD  JONES  ,  providing  an  unspoken  support  system  through  jokes  and  empathy  .  even  with  the  occasional  veronica  lodge  ,  cheryl  blossom  ,  and  reggie  mantle  ,  archie  still  could  never  have  foreseen  this  happening  .  especially  not  on  a  day  like  today  .  (  though  —  merry  christmas  to  him  ?  )

          he’ll  begin  to  reckon  —  perhaps  that  makes  him  as  dumb  as  everyone  thinks  he  is  —  perhaps  he  should  have  known  that  ,  even  in  JAIL  ,  he  couldn’t  stay  safe  from  hiram’s  wrath  .  and  he’s  starting  to  think  that  ,  maybe  after  all  ,  he  never  will  be  .  hiram’ll  always  be  there  ,  looming  in  the  audience  of  those  watching  the  boy  crumble  ,  or  one  step  ahead  of  every  move  he  ever  makes  .  (  PARANOID  ?  yes  !  irrational  ?  not  in  the  slightest  .  )

          ❛❛    dude  ,  seriously  ??    ❜❜    eyes  will  flicker  between  the  man  and  the  pile  of  food  laid  in  front  of  him  .  though  it’s  TEMPTING  (  —  he  hasn’t  had  pop’s  in  months  .  can  you  really  blame  him  ?  )  ,  he’s  pondered  long  enough  not  to  fall  victim  to  hiram  lodge’s  schemes  .    ❛❛    you  come  here  on  CHRISTMAS  DAY  ,  telling  me  you  work  for  hiram  lodge’s  wife  ,  and  you  expect  me  to  trust  you  ?  NO  WAY  .  there’s  no  shot  .    ❜❜    he’ll  shake  his  head  harshly  ,  eyes  shut  tight  at  the  mere  prospect  of  things  .

          even  if  archie  WANTED  to  trust  him  ,  THOUGHT  he  could  trust  him  …  it’d  blow  up  in  his  face  ,  he’s  certain  .  he’ll  ALWAYS  fall victim  to  his  lack  of  guile  —  but  having  been  stuck  in  a  shoddy  cell  ,  alone  with  his  thoughts  for  months  on  end  ?  he’s  gained  a  sense  of  cynicism  he’d  have  shut  out  otherwise  .  besides  …  this  has  happened  before  .    ❛❛    i’m  not  an  idiot  —  hiram  pulled  the  same  thing  last  year  ,  hiring  someone  to  pretend  to  be  a  private  investigator  ,  all  to  see  if  i’d  stay  loyal  to  him  …  sorry  ,  sir  ,  but  i’m  not  gonna  fall for  it  .  not  again  .    ❜❜    and  with  that  ?  he’ll  lean  back  in  his  chair  ,  arms  crossed  over  his  chest  ,  waiting  for  ambrose  to  make  the  next  move  .

ambrose wasn’t shocked at archie’s initial distrust, as he’s practically been manipulated by the lodge family again and again. he could walk away, giving archie something to think about and leaving him with questions that would cloud his mind to the brink of annoying curiosity. he was in prison after all, and there wasn’t much he could do to escape his thoughts without boredom coming into play.

“what a pity. i really had to go through a lot of hoops to get this food in here and now it’s going to get cold.” ambrose dug into the bag, eating several of the fries. “i can understand the obsession people in this town have with this diner. the food is marvelous - i can’t say the same about the service.” at the end of the day, archie’s trust was important but he wasn’t going to giveaway just how much it mattered.  “i don’t actually celebrate christmas. this is nothing but an off-day for me. now why would i come on one of the dew days i have off, archibald?”

his eyes widened at the mention of a private investigator. “you are tellin’ me that you fell for that? you didn’t bother checking credentials?” ambrose was growing quite hungry, and he did conjure up an extra burger to eat that was for archie if he managed to eat everything else. he chuckled, taking a big bite of the burger and leaning over the chair.

ambrose rolled his eyes, glaring at the red haired boy with a humorous look. “you do realize that you’re in prison. im only asking for your trust, archibald, im not asking you to commit any acts. i don’t care about your loyalty because there’s nothing you can do for me in here.” he was honest, but being misleading. there was a certain bit of manipulation going on, but only in the aspect that ambrose really did archie’s trust for the sake of saving many lives of people in this town. archie had a network of people that would help ambrose in the end because his trust meant the trust of a lot of other people.

“you can sit here and act like you have the upper hand when you don’t. i brought you this greasy food and thought we were going to have a simple discussion and believed you’d want to hear the benefits and hoops i’m willing to go through to help you in here.” ambrose took the bag of food, shaking his head. “i was going to offer to bring you anything you wanted in here and tell you ways of knocking certain people in here down a peg. but since you to bite the hand that’s literally feeding you. maybe i should just forget it.”

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excepticnaltalent‌:

“  Perhaps  I  was  simply  enjoying  the  view . ”

A  smirk  curled  at  the  corner  of  his  lips ,  somewhat  distracting  from  the  look  of  feigned  innocence  he’d  been  going  for .  This  part  of  Riverdale  was  rather  picturesque ,  the  kind  of  small - town  American  aesthetic  he’d  expect  to  see  on  a  postcard .  But  that  wasn’t  the  view  he’d  been  speaking  of .  He  gave  a  proper  smile ,  the  kind  he’d  been  told  sparkled  in  his  eyes ,  and  let  the  comment  hang  between  them . The  other  man  could  take  it  whichever  way  he  chose ,  but  Pete  hoped  he  respond  to  the  not - so - subtle  flirtation  rather  than  ignoring  it .  There  wasn’t  an  overabundance  of  stylish  people  in  this  county ,  and  Ambrose  was  certainly  that .  Perhaps  he’d  found  someone  who  could  appreciate  the  care  he  took  in  his  own  wardrobe . 

Ambrose was quick to fall into the charm of others, but often times he gave away nonverbal cues. The expression on his face adopted a toothy grin. His hands went behind his head to give his smile more time to subside. He doesn’t believe he’d seen the man before, though he honestly didn’t bother remembering many faces in this town.

“I’ll give it to you, your suave response proves you’re quite the charmer.  I also admire your aesthetic but I don’t believe you know exactly who you’re flirting with because I different than the common citizens of this town.” Ambrose folded his arms, not hiding his eyes that checked out the man from top to bottom. “You’re not from around here, are you?” His accent usually was a giveaway he wasn’t from Riverdale or Greendale, but he’d been in the town of Riverdale longer than most people have been alive.

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jfcgingerlopez‌:

“I know some people have those really cliché holiday traditions but my parents making Christmas cruises a tradition when I was little has to be the best idea in the world. I love being on a cruise ship or in a tropical destination for the holidays. It is so much better than being in Riverdale.”

“My family doesn’t celebrate Christmas, they always thought the holiday had origins that didn’t exactly align with their beliefs and practices. A cruise sounds amazing though. All those people wearing less clothes, the alcohol, and the warmth.”

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violettatbfh‌:

violetta took a drag from her cigarette before wiping down the crystal ball in the center of the table in front of her. the smoke that escaped her lips tried its best to cover every inch of the air in front of her as she arranged the cluttered table, filled with cards, gems, crystals, rocks, candles and small rags. she would usually stay late at her psychic shop, using her talents on mortals who paid a pretty penny to find out their fate. she didn’t love her job, but it worked. plus, there wasn’t anything else better for her to do in this crappy town anyways. it was always quiet in this tiny hole-in-the-wall business, where she provided readings and sold collectible nic nacs. she didn’t usually spend her time here alone, but actually quite enjoyed it. and for some reason, she felt that being here  on this lonely night would clear her foggy mind. violetta was organizing her stuff nicely on a table nearby so it would be faster to put away once she was ready to call it quits, when the bell to the front door rang as someone opened it. as she turned around to see who it was, she tipped over an antique vase. luckily, it was saved by a familiar figure. “thanks,” she gave the other a small smile, putting out her cigarette. she took the vase and gently placed it back on the table, dusting it off with a near by rag. “what brings you over here?” she asked, keeping her gaze fixed on her vase. “i don’t usually get customers this late,” she joked sarcastically.  

ambrose wasn’t aware of any places in riverdale that had a more mystic feeling to them through external means. there was the people playing the g&g game, but aside from that, there wasn’t anything. he had been on one of his walks when he noticed a shop that focused on psychics. mortals tended to have these shops without any form of magical training or witch origins, as there had always been tacky nick-nacs that did nothing but look pretty. he opened the door, wanting to see exactly what he’d been already making fun of in his head. it wasn’t too long before he noticed a familiar face standing near the counter. ambrose’s mouth hung open before a smile stumbled across his face. “wow, violetta, i...didn’t know you were in riverdale.” he walked up to the counter. “are these items in here legitimate or should i expect gags?”

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Ambrose tended to go on walks while on his lunch break, enjoying the sights of Riverdale which seemed to be just as gloomy as Greendale most of the time. The town was very decorated and hadn’t been plagued by rumors of darkness and looming threats that were passed off as dark tall tales. He’d never been able to visit the town until his unbounding by the coven for an act he committed 50 plus years ago. 

He was currently dressed in a purple button up, white tie, and black pants. There were days he had to conjure up different colors and outfits, as his wardrobe tended to take on a more classic approach. There had been a person behind him that he noticed had been walking behind him for several minutes now, and he abruptly stopped. “You know, if you’re searching for some kind of request from the mayor there are alternative ways of getting your request through.” Ambrose turned around before laughing. “-but I’m assuming you’re not here for that.” 

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overwhclms‌:

DECEMBER  25TH  —  in  the  velvety  haze  of  his  eyes  flickering  open  ,  he  can  almost  forget  the  calendar  holiday  .  visions  he’s  forged  of  this  year’s  season  are  non  existent  —  the  annual  andrews  cut  christmas  tree  in  the  corner  of  his  living  room  ;  the  crinkled  corners  of  his  father’s  smile  as  they  hang  lights  and  bake  cookies  .  a haze  that  barely  lasts  ,  diminishing  as  dull  hues  are  met  with  even  duller  walls  ,  the  dampened  reality  of  his  new  home  setting  in  .

ARCHIE  ANDREWS  COULD  LAUGH  .  he  could  laugh  ,  and  laugh  ,  until  perhaps  he’d  find  that  ,  somewhere  ,  this  was  all  a  tragic  joke  .  that  he’d  blink  again  ,  awakening  to  find  postered  walls  ,  an  open  window  to  betty  cooper’s  honeyed  locks  and  ocean  eyes  ;  his  father’s  voice  calling  to  him  ,  and  vegas’  paws  clattering  on  hardwood  floors  …  it’s  like  a  distant  melody  ,  and  no  matter  how  many  times  people  visit  ,  it  never  equates  to  moments  he  never  knew  he  had  to  cherish  .

ARCHIE  ANDREWS  COULD  CRY  —  he  could  let  his  woes  weigh  him  and  chain  him  to  his  mattress  .  but  he  won’t  do  this  .  he  CAN’T  .  he’ll  show  up  to  visiting  hours  ,  he’ll  participate  in  a  session  that’s  become  mundane  —  because  if  he  doesn’t  have  this  ,  he  doesn’t  have  anything  .

ARCHIE  ANDREWS’  FAMED  SMILE ,  but  it’s  somber  .  his  eyes  give  way  to  the  truth  he  refuses  to  assert  .  still  —    ❛❛    hey  .  merry  christmas  .    ❜❜

Politics played an important role in Riverdale, but that was a lesson that worked even in the magical realm. Ambrose’s coven was up to something, and he realized that the master plan was going to do more harm than good. He realized that infiltrating and mind games were important, but not at the cost of so many lives without their being some ulterior motive. 

Archie Andrews was a thorn in the Lodge’s side, mostly Hiram Lodge. This red haired boy was an ally that Ambrose knew he’d need, which is why he planned on being goody goody. This meeting was off the grid. Ambrose used a teleportation spell to arrive at the side of the building. Charming mortals was never an issue, and the wave of his hand was all he needed to convince them he was another bloke in this establishment.

He found out the correct visitation room, decked out in a nice suit jacket, pants, and purple retro tie. The boy looked miserable, and Ambrose already had a bag so he could do magic without Archie knowing and seeing. When he walked in, he chuckled. “Hello, Archibald Andrews.” He pulled up a seat, getting a feel for the room. “This place is quite damp, isn’t it?” Ambrose saw the look of confusion on the males face. “You have no idea who I am, and I know that due to external circumstances you more than likely don’t trust me. I’m Ambrose. My last name doesn’t matter, but I work for Mayor Lodge.” 

Ambrose chuckled, as the male probably didn’t have much trust in the family name. “No need to worry, this meeting is completely off the books.” He reached into his bag, pulling out a bag of four cheese burgers, 2 large orders of fries, and a large drink that was in a water bottle that had a skull across it.” “I brought a peace offering. I just need you to realize that I’m an ally. I’m well aware of your innocence and know my employer is literally in bed with Hiram Lodge.”

Ambrose got bored of sitting down and walked across the room. “I don’t celebrate Christmas, but Merry Christmas.” He leaned against the nearest wall. “I can bring you whatever you want in here at no expense to you, Archibald. I just need you to see me as an ally for the incoming storm that I want to prevent. There’s more forces than you know, Archibald. You seem to be the golden boy of this town, and you’re someone I need a my side.” Ambrose smiled, putting his arms into a fold. “Now, what are your questions. Be careful on what you ask as we are quite short on time.”

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spellmns‌:

       her cousin is perhaps the  ONLY  person she trusts with her familiar  ,   and the rest of people in town could definitely  FUCK OFF  ,   for a lack of better terms    (  she’s been working late at pop’s these days  ,   some of her language choices have  …  varied or what not    )   .   either way  -  even when she was off of work  ,   she chose to spend time at pop’s  .   it was full of life !   and the smell of fries had grown on her  .  

      which leads her to hanging in the diner even after her shift  ,   laptop in front of her as she updates her queue on netflix  .   bright smile will appear on her lips as she greets her cousin !   the witch sets the her laptop screen down  ,   head tilting to the left as she motions for him to sit across from her  .    “  sit  ,   sit  .   salem’s allowed here as long as  i am  here  .  ”  

          she shrugs  ,   bringing a milkshake to her lips  .     “  uneventful  .   is it weird that i almost  WISH  the greendale drama was here ?   all i do is give humans magic tricks to do  .   i need something  else  to do around here  ,   ambrose  .  ”  

ambrose lowered his voice while speaking though he was sure people were to busy eating and filling the diner with useless chatter that his voice and words were irrelevant to him. “these mortals speak to me like they have a choice when i already make my decisions.” he rolled his eyes. “people in this town are so oblivious that i believe their must be a demon in this town casting some forbidden spell to keep them this way.” he loved spending time with his younger cousin, and missed when they were around one another a lot more.

he shook his head. “well, brina. when magic and devil worshiping of the dark lord isn’t a way of life it’s often hard to find anything else to beat it.” he grew bored, but at the same time, loved being in a place where nothing could possibly intimidate him. “i’ve got quite my hands full in the mayor’s office. her husband, as you know is hiram lodge and his shady dealings are becoming more  and more apparent. she bends to his every will. this is why you don’t get married. let that be a lesson to you.”

ambrose felt bad for his cousin, but they each had a role to play even though he knew something was happening that they weren’t being told. “have you tried having more fun with the mortals rather than showing them tricks? you have abilities that very well makes you more powerful than i’ll ever be - why don’t you have some fun? i know that we are most likely being played for some master plan so you might as well get something out of it. mortals are boring.”

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chcrlesmith‌:

 “ a bar, actually. ever heard of the whyte wyrm ?” charles raised his brow. “ serpent territory, ya’know.” a shrug of his shoulders, charles looked over at ambrose as he raised his brow, a chuckle forming as he looked down at the sound of the compliment. “ ah shucks.” looking up at the other, it was nice to see someone who hadn’t actually spent their entire life in the small town, refreshing to say the least. “ actually, i was born here. so i would say i’m from riverdale but i never actually was raised here, i was raised in a small town in ohio ya’know? “ 

“i’m familiar with it but mostly due to chatter in the mayor’s office.” ambrose knew exactly what the place was but would rather the cutie explain it to him. “is this an invitation? let me know when you’re workin’ - i tip very well.” he rested his arm on the higher part of the seat, keeping his eyes. “there’s more going on here than ohio i’m assumin’. greendale is actually more dramatic than this town. the men here are cuter though. originally i worked with embalming at my aunties’ mortuary. would you believe that i was under house arrest?”

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chcrlesmith‌:

“well there’s no one else around.” charles chuckled, crossing his legs at his ankles as he cornered himself into the booth. “people always rave about this place, the go to spot or whatever, so i thought i’d finally check it out.” he laughed softly, raising his brow at the other. “ah - got’cha, the dramatic shit that goes on around, i hear about it…over hear it all the time, i try to stay out of it, got enough shit to deal with myself.” 

ambrose smiled, his eyes going into a slight roll. “this place is a hidden luxury among the riverdale-greendale areas.” he was constantly coming here on his lunch break, and he had pretty much as long as he wanted. when magic was readily on stand-by to use, tasks were much easier. “over hear? i take it that you work in a public place where people chat about like that? also, you’re adorable.” he leaned his head against the wall where he’d been sitting, his legs resting on the seat across from him. “you’re just like me, not originally from riverdale.”

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Hermione Lodge had Ambrose doing a lot of deeds that she didn’t want to risk getting caught associating herself with, and he completely understood. Most people in this town had no idea who he was, and she had no idea of his magical abilities which made this job easy. He was supposed to report to the coven, but there were details he tended to keep out. He was well aware of the doing of his coven, and knew that there were forces at play that not even he wanted to be involved with.

Ambrose’s job was to check on Malachi, leader of the ghoulies. This had to be a job for her husband, because for some reason Ambrose didn’t believe the mayor had this much of a dark association in her heart. Ambrose was decked out in a purple suit jacket, black pants, white button up, and a retro purple and blue tie. He spotted several members staring at him, to which he just ignored and walked right up to the man who had been sitting in a chair.

“Hello, Mr. Malachi.” Ambrose’s hand slid into his pockets. “I work for the mayor’s office and she wanted me to conduct a welfare check.” Several of his gang mates were twisting their bats, almost as if they were trying to scare him. “You can tell your lackees to back off. Their intimidation techniques won’t do anything but make them appear even more silly.”

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chcrlesmith‌:

“ you know, it took me forever to try the curly fries that everyone raved about so much at pops, now i’m kinda disappointed i didn’t come here sooner. “ charles popped a fry in his mouth, a charismatic grin on his lips as he sat alone in the corner of the booth. “ it only took me what…two months since i’ve been living here to freaking try it. “

ambrose did a double take at the man who appeared to be talking with himself, but then again, it wouldn’t be the most peculiar happening in this town. “i’m going to make the assumption that you’re speaking with me?” he chuckled, turning around to speak to the male. his accent normally surprised people, mostly because there weren’t many people with english accents in riverdale or greendale for that matter. “the food here is delicious, makes up for all that dramatic happenings.”