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After an exhausting journey to New Orleans, Julia was finally ready to meet some witches. She had heard of there being a ton of them around here and wanted nothing more than to learn from them. Strolling into the cemetery, she could practically taste the magic surrounding her. Eventually she came upon a young girl whose power radiated off of her. “Wow, they weren’t kidding about the magic in New Orleans.”

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“Um, excuse me, who’re you? Tourists ain’t allowed into this part of the Cemetery” Monique replied to a stranger with a little hiss, yet still trying to be polite. She was just in a process of performing a healing spell her neighbours asked for their sick son and the Harvest Girl wasn’t in a mood to be interrupted. Then her mind started working. “Another vampire looking for trouble?!”

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“I’m guessing manners isn’t something they teach in witch school around her.” She tried to focus on the girl but couldn’t help her eyes from trailing to the ingredients behind her. Snapping back into focus, she scoffed as she looked back at the girl. “I’m not looking for any trouble. Also not a vampire, if that’s your concern.”

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“Good to know. Excuse me, but we have a little problem with them around here.” Monique replied and realized maybe that wasn’t the greatest first impression she ever made, she automatically changed her tone. “You know, just tryin’ to be cautious. Yet still, this place is my coven’s property and you’re an outsider.” She scoffed and noticed how the girl was glancing at her ingredients. This time she tried to be nicer. “So what’s the deal? You looking for something specific?”

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Julia paused, attempting to figure out the right way to word the reason she was in the Quarter. One wrong word and she’d find herself shunned from the magical community of New Orleans. “Yes and no, I guess. It depends on what you mean by specific.” She strolled closer to the girl as she waved her hand, lighting the candles surrounding her. “I heard that you witches had some big time magic.”

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@highcstofkings gets shadeless!Julia

Not to say that Julia came all the way to Fillory to taunt Elliot, but she didn’t exactly have anything to do. The castle was basically in disarray, servants scattered all over the place and angered citizens protesting outside. And in the center of it all was the king, almost as disordered as the kingdom itself. She chuckled slightly as she spoke. “So, King Elliot. How’s life on the throne?”

Not to say that Julia came all the way to Fillory to taunt Eliot…but she came all the way to Fillory to taunt Eliot.

“If it isn’t the hedge bitch. Lost sight of Q, have you?” he riposted almost lazily, with the most insincere of smiles on his aristocratic (in his mind) face. “As you can see, I am…oh…so…busy…with…life…and things.”

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Julia looked around in a thinly veiled attempt to prevent herself from laughing. It was hard to believe that the very place she always dreamed of had come to this. It was quite the disappointment. “Yes I see. How do you intend to fix this shit hole of a kingdom. I’d hate for you to go down as the High King that screwed Fillory over.”

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“So you come from a family of witches. Does that means that you have access to your own spells right?”

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“Date?”

Send me “Date?” and i’ll answer…

Who asks for it:

[x] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [ ] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [ ] Horror  • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [ ] ___ (other options)

[x] Restaurant  • [x] Expensive/High Class  • [x] Small and familiar  • [ ] Fast Food

[x] Nature • [ ] Beach • [x] Park • [x] Forest     • [x] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home • [ ] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[x] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[x] No. (Already have)

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        “ are you … you again? ”

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       “ well i don’t think i’ll ever be me again. but at least i have my shade back. ”

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Send me “Date?” and i'll answer...

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sinnnieren:

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [ ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [ ] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[ ] Nature  • [ ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [ ] Forest      • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home  • [ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[ ] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

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After an exhausting journey to New Orleans, Julia was finally ready to meet some witches. She had heard of there being a ton of them around here and wanted nothing more than to learn from them. Strolling into the cemetery, she could practically taste the magic surrounding her. Eventually she came upon a young girl whose power radiated off of her. “Wow, they weren’t kidding about the magic in New Orleans.”

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“Um, excuse me, who’re you? Tourists ain’t allowed into this part of the Cemetery” Monique replied to a stranger with a little hiss, yet still trying to be polite. She was just in a process of performing a healing spell her neighbours asked for their sick son and the Harvest Girl wasn’t in a mood to be interrupted. Then her mind started working. “Another vampire looking for trouble?!”

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“I’m guessing manners isn’t something they teach in witch school around her.” She tried to focus on the girl but couldn’t help her eyes from trailing to the ingredients behind her. Snapping back into focus, she scoffed as she looked back at the girl. “I’m not looking for any trouble. Also not a vampire, if that’s your concern.”

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Julia had been strolling through the park when she witnessed a random man appear out of thin air. She recognized the guy from the Brakebills exam, which means he was just like her. “Hey!” Running over to the man, she tried to stop him from disappearing. “I know you, from Brakebills, right?”

Penny spun around when he heard a woman shout out to him, and saw the recognition on her face. Of course, he recognized her, too, from the leaking thoughts of Quentin Coldwater, thorn-in-his-side geek extraordinaire. Frowning, he looked her up and down a minute and shrugged.

“Maybe. What’s Brakebills?”

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The slight flicker in his eyes indicated that he recognized her, which meant they hadn’t wiped his mind. In one swift motion she summoned a small ball of fire in her hand. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him, letting the fire ball steadily die out. “Don’t bullshit me. We both know what Brakebills is.”

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It was quite obvious that this wasn’t any hedge witch off the street. Whoever wanted this herb had to know some serious magic. Which meant that she now had a bargaining chip. Why struggle to climb the ranks through a safe house when she could fast track the system by bargaining with a knowledgeable witch? “Well I guess I could be persuaded.”

Julia walked over to a counter before leaning comfortably, obviously content with her ability to negotiate. Though the man was charming all she could see when she looked at him was the potential for more power. Any pleasantries would have to come later. “So, this sister of yours. How powerful would you say she is? In terms of magic of course.”

The words ‘get it or else’ had nearly formed on his tongue, when Klaus thought better of them. Perhaps it was his brother’s calming influence finally rubbing off on him, but he knew when to hold back his wrath. This woman clearly knew things, and that could prove to be useful. Killing her, compelling her to do his bidding, or anything else in that regard might unnecessarily cause him to miss opportunities later.

So instead, he smiled and took another step closer.

“My sister is an Original Witch, though I do not expect you to know what that means. Let’s just say, she…is quite the natural talent. I would assume you know a bit about witchcraft then?” Another step closer, and he nodded toward the herbs. “Now, can you help me…or is my time being wasted?”  

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A small smile formed on the corner of her lips. Julia couldn’t decide whether to feel flustered or threatened as the man came closer to invading her personal space. One thing was clear, the man was more powerful than he was letting on. Whatever he was was something that would have to be figured out later. She cocked her head to the side before walking over to the seemingly normal wall.

Her hands waved over the wall, undoing the wards to reveal a safe. She pulled the lobelia out of the safe, starting to hand it to him before jerking her hand back suddenly. “I’m sure we can work out something mutually beneficial. You want this herb. I’m in need of more spells. It might as well be fate.”

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“I’m only asking one more time,” Her voice was low, dangerous, wavering only slightly on the words when she spoke them. This wasn’t her. Not really. But DESPERATION was a funny thing. A fickle, funny thing that drove people to new limits. Caroline’s fingers closed tighter around the woman’s throat, hoping that it would stop the way her hand shook. She sucked in a breath, her eyes darting away from the other woman frantically for a second. “Where are they?” Her eyes connected back, fingers releasing their grip just a moment so that she could answer if need be. “Where are they?”

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Since learning about magic Julia found herself in constant DANGER. Though normally it had to do with other magicians and not frantic vampires. Julia shivered anxiously, debating whether to solve the issue with her words or fight her way out of the blonde woman’s grip. “I’m only going to tell you one more time. I. Don’t. Know.” She spoke slowly, stretching out each and every word as to make sure her point got across. “I might be able to help you though. If you let go of me.”

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No one really knows how The Power came to be  Not even the Book of Damnation recorded its beginning But those who mastered it have always been hunted. In the middle of the 17th Century, many escaped the brutal Witch-hunting in England and France by coming to America. As the brutal persecution of those with The Power spread throughout Massachusetts, the families of Ipswich formed a Covenant of silence. And for 300 year it kept the safe, UNTIL NOW

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The herbs he asked for sounded familiar to her. Damiana was stoked in the shelves of the safehouse’s storefront. Lobelia, however, would be slightly more difficult to get her hands on. “Now why would someone like you need to get their hands on an herb like that, I wonder.” The man before her hadn’t seemed like the magicians type, yet carried an air of power. It was almost enough to make her want to help him.

“Like you’ve said, you’re no herbalist, but anyone would know that Lobelia is a poison.” Things of that nature were hidden behind wards to keep rogue hedge witches from stealing them. Not that they’d be difficult for her to undo. “I guess what I mean to say is, why would I give something like that to a person like you?”

He could compel her to help him, but that hardly seemed necessary. This one looked as if she wanted to help but curiosity was getting in the way, so sating that curiosity would be of very little consequence. In the end, if it proved to be a problem he could always make her forget…or kill her. Though, that seemed such a pity. “Someone like me is simply doing an errand for someone else who would very much appreciate those herbs.”

Klaus sighed overdramatically, as if he were annoyed at being there. “My sister has a particular talent for herbalism, and she believes in the magic they hold. Whilst I have no idea what she intends to do with that particular herb, I can assure you that she leaves the…messier…things to me. She hardly intends to use it to murder someone. I’m told it is used for purification spells, love spells…perhaps she has finally chosen a frat boy to settle down with. Can you get it for me?”

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It was quite obvious that this wasn’t any hedge witch off the street. Whoever wanted this herb had to know some serious magic. Which meant that she now had a bargaining chip. Why struggle to climb the ranks through a safe house when she could fast track the system by bargaining with a knowledgeable witch? “Well I guess I could be persuaded.”

Julia walked over to a counter before leaning comfortably, obviously content with her ability to negotiate. Though the man was charming all she could see when she looked at him was the potential for more power. Any pleasantries would have to come later. “So, this sister of yours. How powerful would you say she is? In terms of magic of course.”

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♛ - It’s funny how often a         person’s sharp tongue                     can end up cutting their own throat.

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mctacomposition:

Julia was relentless in her search of new magic. Each and every day she was haunted by the thought of what had happened to her. She’d spent weeks searching every safehouse, asking every hedge witch, for any knowledge on spells that could possible help her exact revenge on a certain trickster god. They had pointed her in the direction of a shop which housed a safehouse of witches practicing powerful battle magic.

Looking up from her book, she brushed her hair behind her before standing up to face him. “Well there’s not really an owner to a place like this.” She strolled across the shop, eyeing the various herbs and spell books that lined the shop. “What is it exactly do you desperately need? I may just be able to help.” 

“No shop owner. What a pity.” Klaus let out a breath, wondering if this trip to New York had been in vain, but not quite willing to give up hope just yet. The woman – the one he’d assumed was a customer – seemed to know a bit about what was going on…and he was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I’ve come a very long way to help my sister with an unfortunate situation she has found herself embroiled in…” His tone was clear; Freya got herself mixed up in a lot of things she shouldn’t.

Klaus crossed the floor, coming to a stop next to her as she took in the bottles of herbs and things that might be of help. “One is easy enough to find in New Orleans, but whilst I’m here I might as well fetch it for her. It is called diamiana. I’m told it clears the mind, offers a clarity of vision that is helpful when finding one’s way. The other is…more exotic. Lobelia.” The hybrid eyed her cautiously, waiting for a reaction. It was a known poison – and incredibly hard to get a hold of; it was why he was here. “You could perhaps show me where they are? I am no herbalist, unfortunately.”

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The herbs he asked for sounded familiar to her. Damiana was stoked in the shelves of the safehouse’s storefront. Lobelia, however, would be slightly more difficult to get her hands on. “Now why would someone like you need to get their hands on an herb like that, I wonder.” The man before her hadn’t seemed like the magicians type, yet carried an air of power. It was almost enough to make her want to help him.

“Like you’ve said, you’re no herbalist, but anyone would know that Lobelia is a poison.” Things of that nature were hidden behind wards to keep rogue hedge witches from stealing them. Not that they’d be difficult for her to undo. “I guess what I mean to say is, why would I give something like that to a person like you?”

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After an exhausting journey to New Orleans, Julia was finally ready to meet some witches. She had heard of there being a ton of them around here and wanted nothing more than to learn from them. Strolling into the cemetery, she could practically taste the magic surrounding her. Eventually she came upon a young girl whose power radiated off of her. “Wow, they weren’t kidding about the magic in New Orleans.”

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Julia had been strolling through the park when she witnessed a random man appear out of thin air. She recognized the guy from the Brakebills exam, which means he was just like her. “Hey!” Running over to the man, she tried to stop him from disappearing. “I know you, from Brakebills, right?”

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@highcstofkings gets shadeless!Julia

Not to say that Julia came all the way to Fillory to taunt Elliot, but she didn’t exactly have anything to do. The castle was basically in disarray, servants scattered all over the place and angered citizens protesting outside. And in the center of it all was the king, almost as disordered as the kingdom itself. She chuckled slightly as she spoke. “So, King Elliot. How’s life on the throne?”