Guiltless

Is it real? You believe you're guiltless Oh, I can tell you believe you're guiltless But I don't think I'd feel better if I opened your eyes

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“Magick mistake?” Niall asked before setting down his bag and walking toward the kitchen where Cassandra stood. Luckily, the dogs, including his Lugh, were happily resting on the couch now that they had settled down about Niall’s arrival. As he stepped into the room, he spotted his girlfriend muttering something to herself, though it was the bright red blood dripping down Cassandra’s hand that really caught Niall’s attention.

“Did the glass shatter?” Niall asked, keeping calm. He spotted a broken glass on the counter, confirming his assumption. “Let me grab my kit,” the Warlock said as he returned to his bag and pulled out the First Aid Kit that he kept with him wherever he went. Upon returning to the kitchen, Niall quickly washed his hands with soap and water, grabbed the tweezers that Cass had managed to find, and then gently grasped her wrist.

“What happened?” he asked softly as he began to look for small glass shards embedded in her skin. Though Niall and Cass had kept in contact while he was in London, nothing compared to being able to converse with her face to face. Again, warmth settled over him, despite the situation.

Pulling out a shard of glass, Niall shook his head. “I think that’s it. Put some pressure on it, raise it a bit above your heart…there you go.” Niall leaned in and kissed the top of Cassandra’s head before heading back to the sink to wash his hands once more. “Do you think you need stitches, or will a plaster do?”

“Yeah.... kind of.” Cassandra admitted as she looked down at her her hands. Small and large shards of a curled glass protruded from deep red cuts. The alcohol from her whiskey had started to seep into the wounds causing a slight burning. But as she looked down at her hand she began to feel like she was floating away. Her body began to feel far from her.

The sound of screaming began to fill her ears. Somewhere a female voice is angry at something. She remembers feeling soothed by that anger. The other voice is louder and redder. Something about the voice makes her heart race. Her body tries to curl away from the sound. All she wants is for the soft anger to take her away and kiss her forehead the way she did on the garden that one time.

She hissed as Niall pulled out a large shard of glass effectively bringing her back to him. The lurching back and forth through time was making it hard for Cassandra to make sense of what was happening. She stared up at him for a moment before she realized that he had asked her a question, “Oh... I... I ummm...” She flinched a little as he pulled out a smaller piece. She didn’t want to make the night about her problems, but she also didn’t want to lie to him.

Her chest clinched as he kissed her forehead while she struggled to find words. It was such a small movement that he probably didn’t even think about. it was just part of who he was with her. Small signs of his appreciation of her.

So many secrets made her feel far from him.

She shook her head, “I think I just need guaze wrapped around it. I umm... I I suppose... I haven’t told you about something I can do.” She took a deep breath as she tried to control her emotions. “Ever since I was... gosh... I...” For a moment she tried to think of a time when she didn’t feel the things that she felt, She pressed her eyebrows together as she couldn’t remember a single memory without that in the background. “I don’t ever remember not sensing people’s emotions all the time. It’s been like a sixth sense for me my whole life. I had to do training in New Moon to control it, because I started to be able to manipulate people’s emotions which is... not okay. But because I constantly am controlling my ability sometimes... it gets out of control- especially when I’m very angry.

I just.... I was reading a text someone sent me about my business, and my energy just sort of... pulsed... I guess.. causing the glass to shatter in my hands.” She looked up at him hoping that he’d understand. She hoped that he wouldn’t care that she could constantly sense his emotions if she didn’t turn it off. She hoped he’d understand that it wasn’t her choice.

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Inconvenience || A Mirror Lake Starter

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Cameron had felt Cassandra’s presence before actually seeing her approach from the corner of his eye. Everyone, including mortals, had an individual feel to them, though only Witches and Warlocks were able to sense those energies.  On most days, Cass’s energy felt like a tepid bath. It was warm, enveloping, and peaceful, but today, Cameron could sense that it was hotter, almost like water boiling inside a teakettle.  

As she stopped next to him and looked up at him with blue-grey eyes, the Warlock shrugged his shoulders. Since Cassandra had returned to Mirror Lake, the Warlock had kept his opinions on quiet. He knew that Cass had mixed views on humans, seeing as her brother had been born with no magical abilities. After a moment, he let out a bit of a sigh before giving his friend a soft smile.

“I left my lighter inside, and I was hoping to have a quick smoke before heading home. I was slightly annoyed that I couldn’t just…light the cigarette with my magick. Sometimes I can’t help but feel that life would be much easier…more enjoyable…if we didn’t have to hide so much.”

Cameron liked Cass. Beside Rosie, she was perhaps the only person that the Warlock truly trusted, and a part of him feared that he would lose her if she knew the depth of his hatred toward mortals. Of course, he knew that the clock was ticking when it came to having to reveal the truth. Once Cameron’s mother stepped down from New Moon, and Cameron took her spot, it would be time for him to begin implementing some of his ideas.

Looking over at Cass, he cocked his head to the side. “Enough about my annoyances. You seem upset, and your energy is a bit hotter than usual. What’s wrong?”

The magical greeting of auras. Cassandra had become so accustomed to it that she didn’t even think of it at that moment. Her mind was too buried in her anger to get her logic in the front seat at the moment. It was in the same room, but anger was in control.

As Cameron turned to her, he was almost hesitant- it was always the same reason. As far as Cassandra knew, Cameron never hid anything from her except one thing. She considered he and Rosie her best friends, and she had a feeling that they both of them felt the same way about her. She felt like they told her everything about themselves. Except the one thing.

Something about humans was bothering Cameron. It was always the same thing. She had still not made her decision about humans. She didn’t think they were all evil, and she had some personal experiences that were made much worse due to the New Moon distrust of humans. If New Moon weren’t so strict about humans, maybe her brother wouldn’t have lost his memory the way that he did.

However, humans increasingly were losing Cassandra’s trust. The humans couldn’t handle having a relationship with people of different color. How could they possibly be able to manage a relationship with people who are more powerful than they are- objectively speaking? The wave of right wing nationalism across the world made Cassandra very reticent to hear arguements from the Full Moon crowd.

She sighed as he mentioned his desire to be able to light his cigarette in public. She pulled a lighter from her medical kit before offering it to him, “I really shouldn’t encourage that bad habit. I wish we could do it in public too. I wish I could talk about my abilities in public, so I could explain to people why I sometimes don’t want to be around them without sounding like one of those annoying people that says, ‘I don’t know, your vibe is just off.’” She shrugged, “But humans couldn’t handle something like that. They... are far too hateful for that.”

As he mentioned her energy, she sighed before looking down at her hand. She completely forgot for a second that her best friend would be able to feel when she was off, “I... accidentally hurt myself... and quite frankly... it hurts quite a bit.” She admitted before unraveling the damp scarf to show her hand that was still bleeding. “I can’t drive like this.”

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A month in London was not precisely how Niall had planned on spending the last month of winter. After feeling like he had finally cemented himself in Mirror Lake, the Warlock was once again whisked away to the one place he had been trying to escape.

Somehow, he and his sister, Amelia, had come to an agreement on their parent’s house in Alfriston. With the Earthen Circle deciding to pass on the property, Niall had allowed Amelia to purchase his share of the property. In turn, she sold it to a local couple that had been looking for their first home. Unfortunately, with his childhood coven washing their hands of his parents for some unknown reason, Niall had been forced to help his sister clean out their childhood home.

It had taken much longer than expected and had raised questions and concerns that Niall wasn’t exactly ready to voice, but at the moment, he pushed all those feelings aside as he drove his truck down the gravel path toward Cassandra Robbins’ cabin. Niall had missed Cassandra every day that they had been apart. It was an ache that he carried with him every morning and slept with every night. He was surprised, truthfully, how attached he had become in such a short amount of time, but Niall was done questioning his feelings toward the Witch.

As the Warlock pulled into the driveway, he felt serenity wash over him. Besides his garden and the woods surrounding Mirror Lake, there was no place as comfortable to Niall as Cassandra’s cottage.

Getting out of his truck, Niall grabbed his backpack from the passenger seat and grabbed the spare key that Cassandra had given him before walking toward her front door. As he used the key and turned the handle he heard the sound of Cass’s voice from inside.

“Shit,” she said, causing Niall’s brow to arch.

“It’s just me, Cassandra,” the Warlock said as he entered the door. “I should have texted when I got here…Are you okay?”

No matter how much Cassandra wanted to go with Niall to London once again, she couldn’t miss that much work and be away from her new project. The people of Mirror Lake needed to know that the Heiress of the Robbins Fortune wasn’t going to run off with the new British Warlock. There were elements of the community that she needed to show that she was independent, and that their community was always going to come first for her.

It was hard- no matter how hard she tried to hide it so Niall didn’t feel like she was pressuring him. The skype conversations, texts, photos, and voice messages with Amelia in the background helped. She would look at them during the day when she’d want to leave her job and fly to him across the ocean. Still it wasn’t a replacement for his warmth, for the way that her heart would skip as she heard that truck of his, or how he made her feel like she had her own small family.

The added stress of Sterling being states away and clearly ignoring her messages and now the rumor pushed Cassandra closer and closer to throwing her hands up, giving the fortune to her father, and leaving with Niall someplace far away from everyone that refused to respect her.

It was hard to stay angry though as she watched blood pour down her hand. She felt herself dissociating from her body, but she felt powerless to do anything about it. Slowly she started to feel like she was watching her body not doing anything wishing that she could just return. But the wall of anger, hurt, and confusion kept it impossible to come back.

Then she heard her door open. She looked up with wide eyes as she came back to her body.

Finally, then she realized who it was.

“Niall! You’re back! Oh my goddess! I’m so glad you’re back!” His reminder of her hand made her turn to her hand before raising an eyebrow. “Oh... yeah... I just... magic mistake... I think.” She turned back to her counter and began to look for tweezers to pull the glass out. “Do I put pressure around the glass or not?” She murmured to herself.

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Alexandria had been lost in her work for most of the past few months, that and going to visit family back in Estonia for relatives birthdays and such. She kept to herself and with Sarah most of the time so she didn’t really know what was going on with others in the town. 

She decided to go out that day, she didn’t have a plan of where she was going to go, she was just letting her feet take her where they were going. She found herself needing a drink an hour into her roam and that’s when she heard the sound of Cassandra’s voice. 

The blonde ran over to her as quickly as she could and noticed what had happened. “Oh my god Cassandra! Oh goodness is there a first aid kit around somewhere?” She said as she began to panic more than Cassandra.

The blood felt surreal as it poured down her hand. It was warm. Somehow it felt warmer than her hand. As she looked down at her hand, she felt some part of her soul start to float off as all she could do was stare as the red fluid dripped from her hand onto the bar. Almost like watching an all too slow film focusing on something unimportant.

That was until she suddenly heard Alexandria’s voice. The therapist in her began to take over her body as her own self seemed miles away. She quickly began to pull the pieces of glass out of her hand before she pressed napkins against her hand. Suddenly, a bartender handed Cassandra a first aid kit which Cass started to use to try to heal her hand. “Thank you Alex for saying something. For some reason my brain just... I don’t know. I’m fine though.” She began to try to mop up the blood from her hand.

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Cameron had always loved Winter, finding it to be one of the most peaceful times of the year. Though the season was not as cold as it had once been due to Global Warming, there was still a sense of stillness he enjoyed. The holiday frenzy of Yule had subsided, and the Coven Initiations of Imbolc were in the past, Cameron had been taking time to enjoy what little bit of Winter that was left.

Outside the office, Cameron pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He was down to only two, and he had promised Rosie that after this pack, he was done. The Warlock had thought of switching to a Vape but had decided that trading one addiction for another wasn’t the best idea. Placing the cigarette between his lips, he let out a sigh before patting his pocket for his lighter.

“Shit,” he muttered, realizing that he must have left it in his office. Looking up, Cameron watched as a few mortals passed in front of him. For a moment, he couldn’t help but think of how easy it would be if he could snap his fingers and light his cigarette without worry. Yet, with Mortals nearby, it was out of the question. Cameron knew that some members of his Coven were fine with how things were. They were content with laws keeping mortals unaware of their existence and punishing those who dared talk about their craft in the open. Cameron, on the other hand, dreamed of a world where Witches and Warlocks could live openly, without the worry of mortals. A world where mortals were forced to realize that they were second class citizens.

“Such an inconvenience,” he found himself saying before he took the cigarette from his mouth and slipped it back into the box from which it came.

Cassandra had started making significant progress on her business since Yule. Luckily for her money was no problem not only because of her fortune, but also because of the fact that Cameron Clark had made it clear that he was behind her idea. She had already started construction five months ago, and now she only had three more months before it would be done. Then she’d need another month to get everything set up, because she would have at that time gotten all of the things that she could get done done before then.

Her biggest problem it started to turn out was that someone had started a rumor among the miners that she was going to try to get immigrants from Gainesville to move over, because of her liberal voting record.

She tried to cut the rumor at it’s root, but no one wanted to tell her where they heard the rumor. She argued with people that she wouldn’t do something like that, but it seemed that whoever it was that started it seemed a lot more trustworthy to them.

As she got another text from someone telling her that someone else told them about the rumor, Cassandra gripped her whiskey glass in an attempt to control her temper. But the rush of anger pulsed through her body and the glass shattered in her hand causing the glass to lodge inside of her hand from the force. “Shit!” She hissed as tears began to gather in her eyes as she looked down at her bloody hand.

She picked the glass out of her hand before throwing the glass away, laying down twenty dollars just for the glass, and running out of the bar. She began to dig in her bag for the supplies she carried around for wounds, but as she quickly walked she spotted her best friend leaving his job. She quickly wrapped her hand with a scarf before heading over to her friend who looked annoyed with something,  “Is everything okay?”

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Cassandra had started making significant progress on her business since Yule. Luckily for her money was no problem not only because of her fortune, but also because of the fact that Cameron Clark had made it clear that he was behind her idea. She had already started construction five months ago, and now she only had three more months before it would be done. Then she’d need another month to get everything set up, because she would have at that time gotten all of the things that she could get done done before then.

Her biggest problem it started to turn out was that someone had started a rumor among the miners that she was going to try to get immigrants from Gainesville to move over, because of her liberal voting record.

She tried to cut the rumor at it’s root, but no one wanted to tell her where they heard the rumor. She argued with people that she wouldn’t do something like that, but it seemed that whoever it was that started it seemed a lot more trustworthy to them.

As she got another text from someone telling her that someone else told them about the rumor, Cassandra gripped her whiskey glass in an attempt to control her temper. But the rush of anger pulsed through her body and the glass shattered in her hand causing the glass to lodge inside of her hand from the force. “Shit!” She hissed as tears began to gather in her eyes as she looked down at her bloody hand.

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Morgan gratefully accepted the drink, wrapping both hands around the glass before smiling warmly at Cassandra. She had always liked the Witch, who seemed so much warmer than the other members of her coven. There was genuine kindness behind her eyes, not the forced pleasantries that Cameron and Rosie often offered to others. Again, she wondered how the three of them had ended up friends, but obviously, there was something Cassandra enjoyed about Cameron and Rosie, or she wouldn’t have stayed loyal to them after all these years.

“Thank you,” Morgan said with a bit of a laugh, “I’m sure I’ll start feeling more relaxed after a few of these,” the Witch nodded to the drink in her hand. “But yeah…I mean, they’ve been together forever. I think we all kind of assumed they were a collective unit.” the blonde shrugged, “I always root for love. It’s awesome to see that they’ve stuck it out.”

Morgan let out another soft chuckle. “I don’t think anyone can keep up with Rosie…but you’re doing a great job at it. That dress is just…wow.” A little bit of a blush rose to the blonde’s cheek as Cassandra complimented her dress as well. “I don’t get a chance to go all out often, so it was nice to have an excuse.”

After a brief moment of silence, Morgan began to speak again. “So what else have you been up to since coming back to Mirror Lake? I know you have your practice, which is fucking awesome, by the way. I don’t know if I ever mentioned that. I think it’s great for our community to have a Witch focused on Mental Health. Lavender Oil isn’t gonna help everything.” The blonde let out a bit of a chuckle. “I heard someone in my shop say the other day that the mine might be closing. Is that true?”

“Ahhh the traditional social lubricant.” Cassandra grinned and nodded letting Morgan know that she understood that Morgan just needed time at the moment. She didn’t like forcing comfort on people. It was best to offer to help, and if she couldn’t help, she gave them space to breathe and figure out what they wanted to do. She was sure that Morgan was right that the drinks would help with the anxiety of being at a party for two people that believed in the opposite of what she believed in.

Morgan bringing up Rosie and Cameron’s relationship made Cassandra’s eyes light up as her heart warmed up a bit. “Right? I mean I grew up beside them as a child, and I always was the third wheel with the two of them. Not that they made me feel like a third wheel. In fact, they made me feel like family. But they just instantly connected. Teenage me would be shocked that it took them this long to get their own house together.”

Once again Cassandra blushed, and she touched her cheek gently with the side of her champagne glass to cool her face a bit. It seemed the both of them were out to make each other blush, and that made Cassandra smiled. Women supporting women was something that always made Cassandra really happy, “I mean when you’re in the house of Rosie Grey you have to go all in, and I think you did a great job.”

Cassandra felt like Morgan was on a roll with making her blush as after a silence she began to compliment her job. She was so proud of her job, but it was so much more rewarding to hear other people approving of her practice in town. “Lavender oil is useful, but you’re right it can’t heal everything. I’m really happy with it. I’ve found that it’s really helped a lot of people. And you’re right yes I’m going to close the mine down. I’m opening up a farm to grocery store business that employees from the mine will have advantages to apply to, and then I’m going to close the mine. It’s just not a sustainable business, and it’s very bad for the people of Mirror Lake who deserve better from their community.”

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Alexandria very rarely went out, she found comfort in staying inside but knew that she just couldn’t do that her whole life. She knew that she had to get out even if Sarah was the one forcing her to go out. “It took her a while, she promised that tomorrow we could stay in and have a movie night if I came out tonight, so I see it as a win win situation for the both of us.”She chuckled softly. “I’m glad to hear that you are doing well and it really is a very pretty home indeed, very big too. I couldn’t imagine myself living in a place like this.”

“That’s a fair point. It’s nice to have a balance.” Cassandra admitted. It seemed that Alexandria and Sarah’s relationship had been a net positive for Alex. Some part of Cassandra always worried when her patients got into a relationship, because people always said that they could handle a partner with mental illness. However, when it came down to it, many people couldn’t handle it. Sarah had shown herself to be a good partner- at least from what Cassandra knew.

Cassandra turned around and looked at the home before nodding, “I don’t think I could either if I’m honest, but I’m always for people doing whatever makes them happy. And I can say as both of their best friend, it does make both of them quite happy.”

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Rosie had been watching Cassandra from the corner of her eye all night long; she saw as the brunette arrived with wearing that stunning white dress, her smile was soft but confident at all times as she moved around their home and jumped from one conversation to the other, Rosie watched as a tall blue eyed man followed her around but always seemed to stand behind her like he knew it was her moment to shine. “Point on favor.” She thought to herself before she turned her attention back to whoever she was talking to then. Finally, as the two women seemed to have the time to talk to each other, the blonde couldn’t be happier to see Cassandra laugh and smile as she was truly overjoyed for the couple’s new home and the new stepping stone in their life long relationship.

“Apparently, Cameron wasn’t terribly rude to Niall…” Cassandra mentioned and Rosie couldn’t help but laugh softly at her comment, she knew that the woman was a tad nervous and worried of how they would get along with Niall; the blonde had been quite curious to meet the man as well.

“Of course he wasn’t… You know out of us two; I’m the worst one.” She joked and laughed softly, shaking her head before sipping on her drink and listen to the brunette witch talk about Rachel Clark and how happy she was.

“And yes Rachel does seem happy… I’m really happy with us tonight… I mean… we all look incredible. Did you see the picture she took of us? We look amazing.” Cassandra mentioned and Rosie shifted her blue eyes to where Rachel Clark was standing talking to her son, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them; the woman gently straightened his tie and smiled at him and Cameron looked at her with some adoration in his eyes.

“Yeah, she looks very happy.” She said and smiled before looking back at her friend, “I think we all are. It is a great night… we’re not only celebrating the house but It feels like the first official reunion of the three of us around our coven… I’ve been watching you all night. I think you’re doing a great job, I’m proud of you.”

“Niall seems great by the way… so far, I have no complains.”

Cassandra couldn’t help herself as she covered her lips in an attempt to hide her laugh as Rosie admitted to be the worst offender out of her and Cameron. Neither of them could debate that reality. In a strange way that Cassandra had a hard time describing, Cameron and her both approached problems in a similar way. They both looked at the problem as logical as possible, and then they waited to strike when the time was right. They both were the kinds of people that valued timing. She imagined that it was because Cameron and her preferred not to have to do things twice.

Rosie,however, didn’t have the patience to beat around the bush too long. Cameron and Cassandra can and would take a beating from someone while they waited for the right time, but Rosie refused to do so. She would rip someone’s soul apart rather than to have to take any kind of damage to herself. She was protective of those she valued, and she didn’t like to wait.

As Cassandra turned to the coven’s Priestess, some part of her wondered if all along Rachel knew that the three of them would help balance each other. “I think you’re right.” She admitted as she turned back to Rosie. “We all had to go our own paths for our different reasons, but it was always going to end up with the three of us here together. I’m really proud of the people we all have become. I wondered if Rachel knew that deep down. ”

Her excitement at Rosie approving Niall was apparent on Cassandra’s face as a smile exploded forth, and she flapped one of her hands. “I’m so glad you like him! He’s absolutely wonderful! He’s so smart, charming, caring, and thoughtful! I really wanted Cameron and you both to like him. I mean if he passes your rigorous test... he has to be great.” She turned around and spotted as Niall tossed his head back as he laughed at something the short man with a scar around his neck said.

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Cameron Clark had watched Cassandra Robbins with a warm smile all night. The moment she had entered the Grey-Clark Estate, she had managed to garner attention. To make sure Cassandra was the main focus and that nothing would hold her back, Cameron had purposely worded the formal invitation to Cass only, making sure it was clear that her father, Charles, was not to attend. Each prevalent New Moon Member had been invited to the housewarming event, and each of them got to watch the heiress step forward as the real head of the Robbins family.

It was a joy for both Cameron and Rosie to watch Cassandra float around their home in her elegant white dress. Her partner, Niall Thomas, stood back, almost knowing that this was an essential event for Cass. And though the party was to showcase the joining of the Clark and Grey households, it was a reminder to the Coven’s that the future of New Moon was secure and filled with impressive Witches.

“I couldn’t celebrate this without you, Cass,” Cameron said with an adoring smile. It was clear that he was proud of his closest friend. “Thank you. Rosie and I knew exactly what we wanted it, and Izabel Romero helped bring it to life. More importantly, I wanted a place for Rosie to finally feel at home.” Looking over, Cameron beamed at his girlfriend, who was happily talking to guests.

“I’m glad you’re having a good time, though. You’re very popular tonight. I was almost worried we wouldn’t get a chance to talk.”

Explaining to Niall her relationship with the Clarks and Greys was something that Cassandra had a hard time explaining to Niall while trying to avoid talking about her father. She told him that she had grown up beside Cameron and Rosie, and that she knew them better than anyone else in the world. She told him that she felt like they had been her cousins her entire life, and that they had cared about her while she was growing up. She made it clear just how much she cared about Cameron and Rosie.

Deep down she wished that she could tell Niall how much the Clarks and Greys meant to her- all of them. She wished that she could tell him how Rachel showed Cassandra a path that her life could take that she didn’t even know existed. That Rachel Clark had cared more about Cassandra’s happiness than her family had ever cared. That the Greys and Clarks took Cassandra in on her worst days, and welcomed her into their homes despite the clear difference in class between the families. She wanted Niall to know how much the Greys and Clarks had really done for her.

But she was too scared to let Niall know about her family at the moment. Not when things were so volatile.

Even in her adulthood, Cassandra knew exactly what kind of precedent and message that Cameron and Rosie had set when she received the invitation to their home in the mail. Only her name was written in perfect cursive. They sent the message to her father that he could either gracefully step down or they would always choose Cassandra over him.

She did not waste her first chance, she was sure there would be more knowing Rosie and Cameron, thinking about that too much. She focused instead on making Rachel and them proud of her.

Gently, Cassandra took Cameron’s hand and squeezed it lovingly. She would never have the right words to thank her best friends. “I’ll have to consider Iza more to help with my cottage.” She smiled and turned to Rosie who was talking to a tall dark skinned man. Was that little Wyatt? She turned back to him, “It’s a perfect place for the both of you. It feels very much like a marriage of your energies.”

As he complimented her, Cassandra’s hand slipped away from his and tucked one of her hairs behind her ears as she blushed. “I’m honestly surprised how well people seem to be taking things. They seem excited about the future changes especially in their pay. Thank you so much for... thank you for supporting me even when I wasn’t sure of myself. This means... the world to me.” She admitted. “This will live longer than I will. I will have my own legacy.”

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Niall felt a sudden rush of heat rise to his cheeks as Cassandra began to straighten his bow-tie. Though he felt somewhat stiff in his suit, it was worth a bit of uncomfortableness to see the way her blue eyes lingered on his tall frame. Very rarely did the Warlock focus on his looks, but he had known that this party was a quintessential event of Cassandra, and so he wanted to look as presentable as possible. Before coming to the party, the Witch had mentioned that she was in discussions with an architect about building a new grocery store. Once it was finished, Cassandra was planning on closing the Robbins’ family copper mine, which was bound to cause some waves. She needed to show New Moon, and the town, that she was involved in their lives and was a vital part of the community. Niall had wanted to show his support, and he felt the best way to do that was to look as presentable as possible while allowing Cassandra to have the spotlight.

“I can promise you that no one is paying attention to me tonight,” Niall said with a warm smile. “Except for perhaps your friends.” A small chuckle escaped the Warlock’s lips. “But I think you’re right…we do look quite good together.”

As Cassandra began to thank Niall for coming to Cameron and Rosie’s event, he once again felt the warmth behind his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me,” he insisted, squeezing the Witch’s hand. “I’m thankful to be here, that you’ve allowed me into your life…” for a moment the Warlock trailed off, not entirely sure how to express both his gratitude for Cassandra and his overwhelming feelings for her. Letting out a soft chuckle, Niall shook his head.

“I wasn’t expecting to find you here…” he said, looking into Cassandra’s eyes, “What I mean is that I wasn’t expecting to find this…to find someone that I connect with so easily. I’m very delicate when it comes to relationships, I take my time, I don’t move so quickly…but maybe it’s like you said in London when you know…you know. I know that I enjoy spending time with you. I enjoy standing next to you, holding your hand, pulling you close…” Carefully Niall placed a hand on the small of Cassandra’s back, moving close enough that their bodies touched. He could feel the electricity hum between them, much like it had the first night that they met.

Again, the overwhelming desire to press his lips against Cassandra’s was like a tidal wave rushing over him. He felt like he was holding tightly onto the shore as the water attempted to drag him under, and with each passing second, his resolve was growing weaker. Though, as he looked down into Cassandra’s beautiful blue-grey eyes, so full of gratitude, Niall wondered why he was holding on so tightly to an old notion. In the past, he had waited to make sure his feelings were real, but Niall did not have to wonder with Cassandra. The Warlock was more than confident that he had fallen for the Witch.

Finally, Niall allowed himself to release his self-doubt, and with a warm smile, pressed his lips gently to Cassandra’s. A soft kiss, but behind it, the passion of a man who was irrevocably smitten.

“I can promise you that no one is paying attention to me tonight.”

Cassandra’s cheeks burned a bit as she looked down causing her lashes to brush against the tops of her cheeks. Compliments from people she didn’t know well often felt so empty to Cassandra especially when she could feel that their intention wasn’t genuine. With Niall though, Cassandra could not ignore when waves of appreciation rolled from him onto her shores. Never in her life had she ever felt so beautiful than she did under his soft gaze. “They’ve interviewed you, and got what they wanted. They’re probably hitting on each other now.” Cassandra giggled as she looked up at Niall with a knowing smile. She knew that Rosie and Cameron would find any chance they they could to get their hands on each other.

There was something about Niall that seemed nervous as he attempted to explain what he was saying. Her curiosity showed on her face as she tilted her head to the side. She had never experienced someone who genuinely wanted to be part of her life- that wanted to know even the parts that were inconvenient to them. She wondered what she had ever done to deserve how he felt about her.

More than that though she wondered what exactly was on his mind. She watched him with wide blue eyes as her eyebrows began to pull closer together in concern.

She was distracted from that concern as Niall’s body came so close to her that she could feel his heart against her ribs. More than that though, she could see what those ocean eyes looked like up close. She could see the small streams of sea foam green through the warm blue waves in his eyes. The scent of old leather books and dirt freshly rained on overwhelmed her senses instinctively as her right arm wrapped around his neck and her left hand laid on his chest near his heart.

Nervously, her eyes flitted from his lips to his eyes. Her stomach fluttered, and she wanted badly to kiss him. She wanted him to kiss her. But he kept telling her that he took things slow, and she didn’t want to rush him. Whatever time he needed, she wanted him to have. If he wasn’t sure, she didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t completely comfortable with. “I enjoy having you...” She took a deep breath enjoying his heavy scent, “close too.” Some part of her was scared that he’d feel how fast her heart was beating, but another part of her hoped he could feel it. Then he’d know that he wasn’t the only one that wanted to feel skin.

As his lips pressed softly against hers, Cassandra’s left hand joined her right hand and wrapped around his neck trying to balance out their kiss a little. He was so gentle. His lips were so soft as they carefully brushed against hers. She had imagined that moment so many times, but it was never quite that amazing. Her chest seemed to explode with fireworks, and her soul felt like the sun set. She pressed her lips against his a little more as one of her hands trailed down his neck to hold onto the lapel of his very handsome jacket.

For the first time, Cassandra let down her guard. She forgot all about the party, and for the moment all that mattered was that Niall was there with her. And that his lips felt like finding a piece of heaven.

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Numb || A Mirror Lake Starter

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Flashbacks started to run through Samaira’s mind as she stared down at her drink for what it seemed forever; suddenly she was transported back to when she was just a kid, Samaira and Danika were playing around during the big festival of Holi, the powdered colors dusted into the thin air as people threw it and chased each other, her parents were painting each other’s faces and laughing loudly while Danika’s mother invited the two girls to join a group in a big circle to do a traditional dance. Danika’s big hazel eyes shinned through as she ran excitedly towards her mother, pulling Samaira along with her. The music started playing and the sound of their hands clapping played with the rhythm of the song as their feet started to imitate the movement Deepika Kapoor was doing, as the two little girl watched a couple dance together, the duo looked at each other and giggled before Danika spoke loudly so Samaira could hear her over the music.

“Oh I can’t wait to grow up and dance with a boy like that! I bet I’m going to end up marrying a prince!” The little girl with dimples on her cheeks said with a wide smile planted on her face.

“I’m sure one day you will, Dani.” Samaira said with a chuckle as they continued to dance.

It wasn’t until she heard a familiar voice that Samaira was brought back to the present time, “Probably not the best time to say that. Standing next to your therapist.” Cassandra Robbins said jokingly, “I’d offer to buy you a drink, but the house already got in before me. Everything okay?” She asked softly, with a slight concern in her voice.

Samaira smiled a little more and nodded before taking a small breath, “I… yeah I’m fine, I guess. It’s just difficult to explain without you thinking I’m crazy.” She said softly and let a breath out before taking a small sip from her drink. “I… so, you know what happened in India… and I think I mentioned my cousin Dani a few times… how we were so close before… that happened. Well, uhmm… she’s here. I just… bumped into her?” She said softly, feeling like the air left her lungs the moment she was reminded about her encounter with Danika.

Ever since Samaira arrived in Mirror Lake, she had been getting treated by Cassandra. Her file by the time that it arrived over to the states had been enormous. It had only been just recently that Cassandra finally got through Samaira’s enormous file. There was so much information about Samaira, and what treatments worked best for her. it was clear that she had the best treatment possible before being switched over to Cassandra, and Cassandra tried to keep up with that practice.

By the time that Samaira got to Cassandra though, she had largely dealt with most of the things in her life. She only needed to see Cassandra once a month to get refills on her medications and to give Cassandra updates. She never lied to Cassandra. She didn’t seem to try to hide anything from Cassandra. It seemed that she genuinely was holding everything together after moving to the states. Samaira had by far been her easiest patient.

That was why Samaira’s discomfort was strange for Cassandra. Even stranger was how Samaira brought up her problems. “I would never consider you crazy Samaira.” She said quickly before allowing Samaira to continue.

Immediately from how Samaira was acting, she knew the contact with Dani had not gone well. “What happened?” She asked trying to get Samaira to give her a little more information.

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                                      30 Day Challenge

Day Thirty: How do they react to praise? How do they react to criticism?

Doing the incredible amount of research that she had done while in college has given Cassandra an incredibly thick skin as far as criticism. Those who did blind peer review were largely nice to Cassandra, but sometimes they’d cut her research to pieces. She’d have to completely go back to the drawing board with her ego severely scarred, but she learned to appreciate their comments. They were always made with the intention to make her a better researcher- which she always managed to do.

She also spent months talking to a psychopath that talked down to her to bring her self-confidence low enough to control her. She had to allow him to believe that he had done so, so she had to listen for months as he demeaned her. This was the peak of Cassadra’s self-control- and also the time she spent the most time in therapy.

Strangely enough, it’s praise that Cassandra doesn’t know how to take well. She can sometimes be suspicious about unsolicited praise. Then she might believe that they’re just trying to be nice and are just lying. Even if they are lying and are trying to be nice, Cassanda tries to show she’s appreciative of their compliment. However, at worst she can look a bit robotic in her responses, and at best she stumbles through a deeply felt but rather awkwardly stated thanks.

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Taking the Crown II Open

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In the three months that Niall had lived in Mirror Lake, he had learned quite a bit about the town and the covens that practiced there. The Full Moon Coven was lead by Ana Thorne, a very feminine and earthy blonde woman whose daughter ran the large metaphysical store downtown. They were bright and warm, believing that humans and mortals could live side by side. The Half Moon Coven was run a larger-than-life Warlock and his wife. They had several businesses around town, and their two children, Luke and Lilith, operated the Blue Moon Bar. Their beliefs on mortals mirrored Niall’s on most aspects, believing that certain mortals could know the secret of Witchcraft. Then there was the New Moon Coven, lead by the enigmatic Rachel Clark. Niall had heard plenty about the New Moon Coven, first from other locals, and then from his girlfriend, Cassandra, who was a member of the frowned upon coven.

At first, Niall had been taken back by New Moon, and more than that, he had been confused as to how Cassandra could be a part. They were very traditional when it came to mortal and witch relationships, and Niall, who had a mortal sister who he loved, felt uncomfortable around them. Though the more Cassandra talked about the Clarks and Greys and how they cared for her and given her a safe space and confidence, Niall softened toward them. They couldn’t be terrible if Cassandra cared for them.

Though Niall and Cassandra had arrived at the Black and White Housewarming party together, it had only taken Cameron and Rosie about thirty minutes to have separated them. Cassandra was in high demand, and many of the guests wanted to speak to her, and so while she was busy catching up, Cameron had taken a moment to converse with him. When Cassandra had returned, the Warlock led her away once more, this time to the library, allowing Rosie Grey to interview Niall as well. He understood both Cameron and Rosie’s protectiveness over Cassandra, and Niall was willing to do whatever it took to put him in the couple’s good graces. The last thing he wanted to do what to make things difficult or hard for Cassandra.

After what felt like an hour, he finally spotted Cassandra coming back through the crowd. Her white dress flowed perfectly behind her, fitting snugly to the curves of her body. The Witch always dressed well, though her outfits were a bit more on the conservative side, tonight she had chosen something a bit more revealing. Under the chandeliers, Cassandra’s dark brown hair cascading down her back, and her soft pink lips parted in a welcoming smile, Niall felt a sense of confidence radiating off of the Witch he hadn’t felt before.

“I’m having a better time, now that you’re here,” Niall said as he reached out and took Cassandra’s hand. “You look beautiful…I’m sure I’ve told you that already…but…that dress is stunning.”

Cassandra understood Niall’s confusion of her association with the New Moon Coven. She was sure if it wasn’t for her father being part of New Moon she probably wouldn’t have joined them. If her father hadn’t been part of them, her empathy problem wouldn’t have been brought up to Rachel Clark, and at that point she wouldn’t have become friends with Rosie and Clark who gave her a place to feel safe and be herself. She knew that her association with New Moon had been her saving grace.

She wasn’t sure if any other coven would have fought so hard for her. The new wave of New Moon members were committed to protect the innocents, and she felt the other covens turned away from her when she needed protection. She knew that Full Moon and maybe Half Moon might have been disgusted by her father’s actions, but no coven could have stopped her father who had the backing and money from an ancient family.

She didn’t agree with New Moon’s values for the most part. What happened with her brother could have been helped if her brother could have been approved to know about magic. She felt closer to the edge of Half-Moon towards New Moon. But she was fine claiming to be New Moon closer to Half Moon than the radicals. At the end of the day, Cassandra didn’t trust most mortals. She had started to soften up when she moved to New Haven, but after the mortals voted in the people they started to Cassandra knew they were too hateful to accept magic. They still cared too damn much about skin color. How could she trust most mortals with something like that?

She believed at the end of the day that there should have been an application process for certain mortals to be approved to know about magic, and once the mortal could know they had to sign that they consent to have their memory wiped if they do anything to betray the community.

Change had to start from inside of New Moon, so she socialized as much as she could that night.

Though, she kept wanting to go back to Niall, and she kept trying. Then she’d get dragged into something.

Finally after an hour, Cassandra finally let out a breath as she saw her partner waiting in the corner. He was alive. Rosie had let him live. As she watched him turn to her, she felt her heart run against her ribs trying desperately to get to him. She wondered if she had ever saw blue eyes like that. Her hand shook a little before she felt his hand in hers. She smiled up at him as a blush spread over her cheeks.

She slipped her hand out of his and adjusted his bow tie before taking his hand. “I’m sorry I left you alone for so long. But at least we have the rest of the night together. Thank you.... so much. You look quite handsome. We look like a handsome couple.” She admitted as her blush brightened. She looked down to their hands as she squeezed his hand, “Thank you for being here with me. Thank you for meeting my friends. Thank you for...“Thank you for... being... I... umm... Thank you for....” She looked up at him with a small nervous smile, “Thank you for unflinchingly being part of my life. I’ve never had someone be so dedicated to me.”

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                                      30 Day Challenge

Day Twenty-Nine: What are the spiritual beliefs of your character?

Largely, Cassandra doesn’t have any. After a very strong anti-religious era in her college years, Cassandra’s beliefs have started to soften. She was presented with very good philosophical point that debated that if a god or many gods existed they would have to exist as (an) absolute(s). Therefore if they existed, they would have to exist outside the plane of humanity. There would be no way to prove or disprove the existence of god(s). She tends to lean towards there being no higher being, but due to the fact that she cannot prove that it or they don’t exist she has started to accept that other people can be right and so can she- as far as the idea of god.

She does tend to want to reach for something when there is something going wrong in her life, and she blames that on her incredibly religious background. Her mother didn’t care about religion a lot. However, her father and her community were very religious baptists, and religion was in everything. School, children’s games, her home, libraries, fire houses, and every governmental building had references to god. This constant reminder of the existence has left an imprint on Cassandra’s psychology.

At the end of the day though, Cassandra firmly believes that nothing can save her but herself. She believes that when she dies she will join the magical energy that magical born people use, and she believes that believing that has made her value her life more than those who believe there is more. Since she knows how short life is, she values it more.