/ˌpərsəˈvir/

nicolette summerlin

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benoitwitch​:

They had grown up with one another, two kids, two witches, in the quarter. He had been there the first time she had learned to levitate a feather and she had been by his side the first time he had successfully carried out the ‘Motus’ spell and sent something hurtling through the air. Being around one another was familiar, it was comforting. But now all of that was clouded in a layer of hurt and pain. He didn’t know how to make sense of it. Not only did their relationship fall apart, but he lost his closest friend on top of it all. “And I’m the one person you know who currently lives under the same roof.” Andrew understood it, but it didn’t make it any easier. “…How sideways are you feeling?” He asked, not wanting her to suffer regardless of the fact that she had caused him to. Clearly he was adjusting much better to the school than she was, he could see it by the look in her eyes. “What do you need Nicolette?” He followed up, his voice soft. The loudest part of him wanted to ignore her and walk away but the one tiny shred that cared about her still caused him to remain. 

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Somehow she knew he would understand even when she couldn’t form the words. It was a perk of knowing someone inside and out, she supposed. A perk or curse, one. “Yeah,” she said softly, almost ashamed. Nicolette wasn’t used to that, to feeling guilty about the way she still needed him. They had done such a good job avoiding each other since the breakup that she had been able to pretend she could handle the way she’d ruined not only their relationship, but the friendship that came first, too. That part hurt the worst, and it was the source of the turmoil she currently felt. She laughed, not a joyous sound, but one strained from the emotion that churned inside. “I’m just, missing things, you know? Can’t find my footing. It’s like I’m home-” Glancing away, she looked around at the crowded street. “But I can’t get comfortable.” His question drew her golden gaze back to him. For a moment she was afraid to answer, still worried he might turn on his heel before she was ready to see him go. “I could start with some food,” she said finally, letting out a breath. “Some company that isn’t my cat, too.”

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grandpawolf​:

🐺 ― It was helping, working through all the pieces. Focusing on unveiling even the smallest of mysteries; like this kind girl and the part she may play in a dangerous city like this. He noticed the comment, the way she looked at him. Ansel was no local, that was certain, so he nodded to agree with her. “Virginia.” He knew the name they’d given the specific region, but it would take him a minute to recall. “Born and raised. I’m only here for.. family.” The world twisted up his chest and his eyes slowly scanned around them. Was this Esther’s doing, or was this something else?  Was he a danger to his son ― and would he still be in New Orleans?  Surely he must. Why else, he thought, would he find himself here all over again. “A place called Mystic Falls,” he broke the silence. Fitting that the falls inspired the town’s name. They were beautiful, after all.

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She used to watch her Aunt work in the quarter. Her mother found it demeaning, but Nicolette was always mesmerized by the way people flocked to the small booth. One thing she always retained was the ability to let people talk their way through their own problems. Most of them don’t come here for me to fix their problems, sugar. Remember that. She knew whatever his was, she probably didn't have the key, but perhaps, just like her aunt, she would help him figure out if he had it all along. “Mystic Falls?” She echoed, tucking blonde locks behind her ear. “Like, where the Salvatore School came from?” It made sense, considering he said his reason for coming to town was family. “I go there, if that’s what you’re looking for. It’s actually a few blocks from here in the old Mikaelson compound.” She doubted he would know what that meant, but growing up avoiding the building burned a habit into her brain. “Shouldn’t take less than five minutes to walk.”

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benoitwitch​:

Moving into the school was an easy adjustment for Andrew. Unlike a lot of people, change didn’t bother him too much. He took opportunities as they came and looked for how new things could benefit him. In this case it was learning as much about magic as he could. He already knew a lot, of course, but there was always room for improvement. But still, Drew being Drew he was going to keep to some of his old habits, like leaving at various points in the day to go to his witchy hideaway and practice his spell work without being disturbed. That’s where he was coming back from when he ran into her. Nicolette. It was still hard to see her. He never let people in but he had with her. And just like he had feared he had come to regret it. “Hi.” He answered reluctantly, lifting his gaze from the pavement to look at her. He knew who it was before she had uttered a greeting, the smell of her perfume burned into his memory despite how much he tried to forget it. “Check in, huh?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. An interesting sentiment since he figured that her care for him had ended that one disastrous night. With them both now attending the Salvatore School it would now be harder to avoid one another and he anticipated a lot of run ins like this. 

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The frigid air he now reserved for her would never be any easier to bear, even if it was all her fault. In hindsight, she knew why people said never to get involved with close friends, never to blur the boundaries set. She understood his reasoning, more than she wished to, yet at the same time she hated every second of it. Nicolette, despite what she thought, had grown to depend on Drew as a staple in her life. It didn’t matter that now things were messed up beyond any conceivable repair. Being near him made her feel better, no matter how selfish that made her. If she wasn’t sure he’d shove her away, she might have hugged him just to feel it a bit longer. “Yeah, since we both enrolled and all.” She clasped her hands at her front, toying with her fingers to distract herself. “I’m sure you’re fine. You usually are, but I-” she paused realizing he might not care. The realization struck her squarely in the chest, but she couldn’t just let it hang in the air. “I, uh, I’m just having a little trouble adjusting.” If she started rambling about how she was missing her small routines, he might turn on his heel and leave, so she stopped herself. It didn’t matter if he was the one that knew them best. He wasn’t her confidant, not anymore. “I get it if you’re mad at me, but you’re the person I talk to when I get sideways, so...”

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grandpawolf​:

🐺 ― “You’re a local then. I should’ve guessed.” He didn’t exactly mean what he said. Where a resident could be confident in their city, a tourist could be ignorant, and trusting. Blinded by the whimsy. At first glance, she could’ve gone either way. The heaviness to his feet became less and less as he eased into his stride and he looked down at her. “Tourist season, makes sense,” he mused. “And any reason is a good reason to dance.” Back when his village knew peace, that was when he was truly happy. His face contorted in thought. “Does it get old?” With so many people, so many new faces. It felt almost impersonal. “I’m from someplace much.. smaller. A village, practically.”

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She was so amused at his assessment, she gave a small curtsey. “Born and raised right here with the jasmine and jazz.” Of course, New Orleans wasn’t always so festive, but explaining that to an outsider was, firstly foolish, but also unkind in a way that tainted their view of the city as a whole. As they walked music weaved the space around them, growing louder and softer like the voices of the street peddlers. The more he spoke, the less sense he made. Nicolette wasn’t sure what ailed him before, but talking seemed to be helping him. “Yes, tourists,” she nodded, leaving off the redundant like you. “What? Living here?” She looked around, taking a second to examine the people passing them, until finally she shook her head. “I’ve never known anything different, so there’s really nothing to compare it to.” Looking back to him, her brow furrowed. “Where are you from, exactly?” She still couldn’t put her finger on whatever it was that made him stand out, and the more she thought about it, the deeper the itch sank.

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grandpawolf​:

🐺 ― He nodded, commending her choice of profile. “Or two.” He flashed her a look that gave way to the downplay-ful nature of his response. A wolf of his status had lifetimes worth of tales to tell. “Not exactly. I’ve.. just stumbled into it. Do you know what it is we’re supposed to be celebrating?”

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Something about him was...out of reach. The melancholy bled from his answer, but she tried not to let the wonder show in her disposition. “Perfect. Then we will have something to talk about over our treat.” She beckoned him to walk with her, leading the way through the crowd. Turning to look up at him, she nodded, brows raising before she answered. “It’s the Quarter Festival.” She slowed to fall in step beside him. “Everyone sets up booths and sells little pieces of the city for tourists to take back to wherever it is they come from.” Crossing her arms over her chest as she walked, she continued. “But honestly? It’s just another excuse to dance in the street.”

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grandpawolf​:

🐺 ― The wolf looked at the girl, collecting what was left of his scattered thoughts when she spoke. “Do you regularly invite strangers out for lemonade?” He was fairly certain that was the lemon water drink mixed with sugar. Ansel’s words, however, were kind at best - amused at their worst. Another sweep of his surroundings relaxed him some, processing the information easier this time. He was in the city. “I look like I’m in need of refreshment, is that it?” His playful words were sealed with a gentle chuckle. “Yes, that would be nice, thank you..” 

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Her smile never faltered, shoulders lifting and falling before she replied. “Only the ones that look like they know a good story or two.” Nicolette wouldn’t tell him that she couldn’t walk away from him in good conscience, not after reading his emotions. Shouldering guilt wasn’t exactly her strong suit. “You’re welcome. I figure everyone is in constant need of a lemonade.” She said it as if it was some golden rule, and for her perhaps it was. She didn’t know what his dilemma was, but she was hoping a pause would be just what he needed to work it out. “Are you here for the festival?”

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grandpawolf​:

🐺 ― He couldn’t remember how he got there. His senses were clouded. Drunk on the smell of dirt, rust, and blood ― every moment of focus snuffed out by the sounds of the packed festival. Ansel had been drawn to the commotion. Somehow, and for some reason. He stood there in the crowd, dazed and on edge. 

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Her instincts were warring as she watched him. On one hand, experience told her to move along. Most of the time the confused patrons of festivals were drunk and too much sugar for a dime. The problem was his palpable, genuine loss. Somehow she could sense he was out of place. Moving towards him, but still remaining at an arm’s length, she spoke up. “I know a place with the best fresh squeezed lemonade,” she offered, clasping her hands at her front. “My treat?”

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& @benoitwitch​

She was a bit of a creature of habit. Every morning she got up before the sun, made a cup of tea (which was promptly left on the window sill), and allowed herself a full hour alone before the day. It began as an inability to sleep, a routine to trick her body, but it worked. Her little habits kept her safe, or at least, it tricked her mind into believing it. Moving into the Salvatore School disrupted that fantasy. Instead of waking up alone, she woke up to a roommate in a house that could easily hold four of her own. Though she stuck with it, the new routine was draining to get used to. Comfort was hard to come by, so when it walked right past her on the street, she didn’t allow any misgivings to stop the way her hand reached for his arm. “Hey Drew,” she was smiling when she pulled him towards her, but it was hard to block out the flood of returning emotions when she caught his gaze. Shame being the most prominent. “Hi,” she laughed, dropping her hand to tuck hair behind her ear. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to see, but I just wanted to, you know,” she shrugged. “Check in.” 

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istealmagic​:

Kai looked down on an object he stole from an antique shop. He had no money and compelled the owner to give him a piece of junk, but he had an idea how to fix it and what he needed it for too “Did you know you can find a lot of good junk in those antique shops?” He said out loud to none in particular, looked up at them “You just have to be creative and you can do something amazing with these objects you find there. I had more fun in the shop than out here, it’s pretty dull, even though we are surrounded by many people”

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Nicolette slipped into the little shop, smiling at the little bell over the door. The owner was a friend of her father’s, someone she had known since she could first remember, and so when she spotted a jar of spiced peaches for sale, she bought them without thinking. The voice cut her off as she was walking towards the back. She stopped, careful gaze moving to the man. “I wouldn’t call any of this stuff junk,” she said. Though not entirely truthful, she wasn’t about to let him talk down on the inventory. Her light gaze dropped to the item in his hand, inspecting the piece a moment before her attention rose to his. “Nor would I call a festival dull.” That time she laughed, genuinely confused at the idea. “Where are you from?” Because it surely wasn’t the quarter. 

[priscillaofnottingham]

#thatglowtho

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[ madelyn cline. 18. cis female ] was that just NICOLETTE SUMMERLIN, I saw walking down the streets of New Orleans? The WITCH is known to be COOPERATIVE, but SHE could also be EMPATHETIC and can be best described by FRESH FLOWERS BY THE WINDOW AND WOVEN IN BRAIDS, COLD AND FORGOTTEN CUPS OF TEA LITTERED ABOUT, A GENUINE LAUGH THAT CATCHES PEOPLE OFF GUARD.

basics

name: Nicolette Summerlin birthday: July 15 age: 18 sexuality: bisexual species: witch

bio

Nicolette Summerlin was born into chaos. Her family has served the New Orleans Coven for as long as they can trace back their lineage, and after the reigning carnage laid down on the cobbled streets by the Mikaelson family and company, it’s a wonder their family is still around at all. Her grandparents were killed in crossfire, and her own parents nearly died a time or two, as well. Despite the evident danger, they didn’t run, not even when they learned of their unborn child. In fact, that only cemented their resolve to stay. 

Her childhood was filled with rules and lessons far beyond what a normal child should encounter. The problem was, she didn’t live in a normal place. Monsters walked their streets just as much as anyone else. Her parents pushed her magical abilities as much as they could, wanting to ensure their daughter had the best chance possible to survive. That much is still true, for when the news of the Salvatore School found them, they quickly decided to send Nicolette for more exposure to different magic. 

Nicolette isn’t thrilled about the change, but she is excited to meet the students and faculty. It also helps that she doesn’t have to leave her city. Nevertheless, she just began classes, and one thing is for sure. There is a plethora of information out there she hasn’t been exposed to, so she is trying her best if only for that fact. 

connection ideas

someone to show her the ropes of the school exes current fling someone to show around new orleans