STEPHANIE

WHITE EYED DEMON ;;

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   For decades, no matter where she’s lived, Jenna’s chosen the residency as far away from everyone and everything as possible. For lifetimes now, she’d decided to seclude herself in nature, preferring the company of the things that live in the woods to anyone else in town — any town.

   That didn’t mean she was immune to feeling a little skittish when things went bump in the night. She’d never show it, but the nervous tension in her shoulders gave her away the second she came into view outside her porch. “If you’re trespassing, you’re going to regret it.” Flashlight shining out into the night, she focused it on a face among the trees. “What are you doing out here?”

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She had been walking — exploring one could say — the local forests. It didn’t seem like much. The woods always seemed so boring. Just trees and small animals. However, Stephanie loved them. Apparently she would go hiking every weekend early in the morning so that she could get an image of the first rays of sunlight filter through the trees for her instagram. Now, Daven was left to learn the area so that her inexperience with the bugs, dirt, and trees would not become painfully obvious if it were to come up on conversation. 

She hadn’t expected to stumble onto someone’s property, but she can’t say that she cared all that much. “Oh!” She exclaimed, playing up her surprise. “Sorry sorry. I didn’t mean to trespass. I was just, uh,” she paused as if to catch her breath, “taking a hike. I like going at this time. Sun hasn’t risen yet. Gives me something to look forward to. It’s beautiful around here. Is that your house?” 

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What is something/someone you miss?

“Theo.” The word was spoken softly, almost surprising Daven by the rush of emotion she could feel from her vessel. Usually, her vessel kept things from her—emotions, thoughts, history— but this felt like instinct. As if the pain was fresh and new with each syllable. “He was my husband. He passed away last year.” 

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bellascreams

         Bellamy saw the woman grow frustrated as she read one of the Harry Potter books. The vampiress never had, though she’d seen the movies and that was enough to get the jist of what the woman was saying. “Why don’t they have fasters ways to communicate, the whole thing is filled with plot holes.”

        Covered in flour and smelling like frosting Bellamy did not look the way she should have for a teacher. She was in a skirt surely higher than any of the students would have been allowed to wear and her legs, despite the flour on them, were exposed all the way down to her ridiculously high and teetering heels. “You should pick something else to read. I mean, they’ve probably all seen the movies anyway. I could have sworn I heard you were excited about reading it with the kids though.”

“Really?” Daven muttered in response to the woman’s comment on the plotholes. Honestly, what did she expect from a children’s book. “I can do that? Just pick something else?” She didn’t know of any other works of literature aside from ones she didn’t think were suitable for little humans. Daven stood to move closer so that she didn’t have to raise her voice; speaking loudly seemed to get you in trouble in a library. “What would you recommend?” 

“Excited?” Had Stephanie been excited to read it? She had a few books beside her bed with similar titles. Harry Potter and the ...  whatever. “Right-! Excited. I was. I just, I’m a little stressed. Like you said, they’ve probably seen the movie and are bored with it. What if they don’t enjoy  it as much as I do?” 

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marlenamendes·:

The sudden break in the silence that surrounded her caused her stare to land on the woman. “Uh…” She began, nose scrunching as she thought of an actual answer that respectfully addressed her question and not just ‘because it’s a work of fiction, duh’. “I think the guy’s got a bit of a superiority complex. Imagine being the greatest sorcerer of all time and you can’t even kill a defenseless little thing. I think, personally, my ego would be a bit wounded.”

Craning her neck to catch a glimpse of the cover, she nodded her head knowingly. “The fourth one’s my favorite.”

“You’re probably right. Still, I don’t imagine you’d be dumb enough to attempt to exhaust your magic trying to kill something that can be taken care of with far less effort.” Daven wasn’t very far in the book, but from what she could understand, the human and the wizard are kept separate. “It’s not as if the human police would be able to find him. Even so, there are ways to get away with a murder. He could always —” she stopped the thought, realising that Stephanie would never put much thought into murdering a child. “I guess it’s good that he didn’t kill Harry,” she made an effort to say his name, “because if he had died, so would the world. Apparently.”

“You’ve read them? How does it end? What are the moral lessons taught throughout the novel?” She asked what she could remember from the worksheet.

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Post a picture of your character they /think/ is the best picture of them.

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stcrmwvrnings‌:

The shifter glanced down at his meal before looking across at her. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t know how to hold them or anything.” He said, picking his utensils up for emphasis. “I think it’s like a tendon thing or whatever–Anyways the whole gripping thing is the issue.” It’s a good thing he never took up sports professionally. “I think either one would still be embarrassing.” Matty said, offering a smile. “So like, how long have you been working for the school district?”

“Does it hurt?” She asked because she could feel the question niggling at her skull; a thought that wasn’t hers. Distracted as she was by the obtrusion, she didn’t register his question until a few moments had passed. “It’s been a while,” Daven managed when the number of years did not make itself apparent to her. Her vessel was fighting her, making it hard to see into its mind. The only information she had was what she could glean from Stephanie’s numerous social media posts. “But you know how it is when you’re doing what you love; it still feels like I only just started. Kids are,” there was a pause as she tried to hide her distaste for the snotty, germ-y breed and find an acceptable half-truth, “interesting to work with. Their brains are so impressionable. It wouldn’t take much to change their entire lives. That’s why you have to make sure they have the right influences.” She offered a small smile, before rushing on to another subject—preferably one where she didn’t have to talk anymore. “Anyways enough about me. Tell me more about your grip. Is it a recent injury or something you’ve had since birth?” 

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It had been three days, fourteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes since Daven had been earth side. In that time, she had ransacked the empty family home that belonged to her vessel. The phone kept ringing, showing the name of some school district, but she didn’t figure out why until the second day. Apparently her vessel, one Stephanie Delcombre according to her ID, was a teacher there and she hadn’t been to work. Of all the vessels that Daven could have had, she had land into a freakin’ soccer mom. At least it didn’t seem like ‘Stephanie’ had any children to worry about — aside from her students, that is. Which lead her to where she is now: sitting in the children’s section of the library, reading some stupid book that was assigned to her fifth graders. 

“Who actually reads these kinds of books? They're so unrealistic. If Voldemort really wanted to kill the baby, why didn't he just throw it out the window?" 

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stcrmwvrnings·:

“You know,” Matty said, staring at the wooden object in his hand. “I’m actually pretty sure its like, impossible for me to use these.” Despite many attempts at learning how to use chopsticks Matty always seemed to fall short. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that I’ll look like a total dweeb if I pick up the fork right now, huh?”

"That depends. Do you want to be known as the guy who got bested by a utensil?" Daven looked at the array of silverware that came with her meal. She knew what each one did, but she had yet to find cause to use them, thus the plate of finger food. Just in case. So much for learning the mechanics of the two eating sticks from this young lad. “Then again, dropping the food would probably be more embarrassing than switching to a fork.”