non ero insipiens:

Molly Magnus. You best be careful with what you wish for. Sorceress. Sixteen. BATS Affiliated.

[mollyalmighty]

Yellow Brick Road | Molly & James

[its-all-in-the-hands]

James stiffened at all the attention the girl next to him caused. He stared wide eyed at the teacher infront of the class. Everyone avoided him like the black plague. He looked over at the brunette girl next to him at the corner of his eye. He saw a worn out notebook infront of him. It struck a cord of curiousity in him. James looked down at the table infront of him trying to get the courage to atleast say hi and introduce him self. He turns in his seat to face her head on. ‘There’s no turning back now’ he thought.

“H-h-hello. My name is James” He said putting out his hand to her. He was scared of what she could be.  For all he knew she coould be a carnivor at rip off his hand or something.

[mollyalmighty]

If it wasn’t the stuttering voice that caught the girls attention, it would’ve been the hand held out in her vision. Molly stared at it perplexed, unsure who the person who owned it wanted. Shutting the notebook filled with her recipes of hexes and elixirs, Molly turned her attention to the other person.

“James,” she repeated, eyeing him, trying to figure out what exactly he was. Being friendly wasn’t exactly the easiest front the sorceress could put up, especially with her thoughts clouded with ideas of hoarding all the magical items needed. If this was any ordinary school, Molly was certain she could handle whatever he was trying to start up.  “What do you want?”

[natashasibyl-blog]

"Ah, the sass. You and I will get along just well."

"Booze, dearie. Booze will help you get though. I’m half drunk every day. It helps you tune out the morons and, well, everyone else."

[mollyalmighty]

Well, you’re just making this more intriguing. I’m impressed.

Booze makes me lose my self-control if I don’t watch it, but I’ll definitely keep that in mind.

[flyinghighwithmax-blog]

Yeah, it is kinda gross. I’m kinda gross, honestly, but I think you’ll get used to it. Everyone does, usually.

Yeah? Well, welcome back! I’m Max.

[mollyalmighty]

To you being gross or everything else?

Thanks, I’m Molly.

[callmejune-deactivated20220527]

Come on, take credit. It’s not like you’ll get in trouble for it around here.

[mollyalmighty]

I’m not worried about getting in trouble, but since you insist, l’ll take it all.

[coyote-grace]

Which is?

[mollyalmighty]

Molly, and what’s your name, lil were-coyote?

[mollyalmighty]

Yellow Brick Road | open

There wasn't much to worry or ponder about with classes going on, with each day filled with the same mundane activities. Though she wasn't a morning person, Molly didn't mind her first period, always trying to make sure she gets there because, well, Black Magic - it was something she was definitely good at; It was why she enrolled.

But all the other classes? They were a mostly a bore to the brunette, but it was better to be an all-rounded sorceress if she was to become strong and powerful. Knowledge was important after-all, and while the school didn't have to worry about a rival or a revolt beginning from the inside (that she knew of), Molly needed to become prepared for anything.

It didn't stop her from grimacing as she entered the classroom, or from dragging the chair along the floor, making a screeching noise. She didn't care about the heads turning and glaring at her as she dropped her bag on the desk, turning her attention towards a notebook that looked like it had seen better days. Filled inside, she had scribbles of ingredients and items that weren't easy to find. Blood of a virgin, the excretion of a toad cursed on a full moon, unicorn hair... If she was going to get the respect she deserved, she needed to figure a way to get these materials fresh and with ease. It didn't help that she might need practice with brewing up 

Glancing in front of her at a few kids laughing among themselves and trying to act cool, Molly felt her eyes roll before she mumbled to herself. "Well, some things are just easier to find, I guess."

[madisonviperhair]

{Madison ignores Molly’s insult at being ordered about, focusing instead on sliding her key into the locked door. At the click she grinned to herself, pushing it open with one hand and snatching the bottle back from the sorceress with the other}

I only needed five. 

[mollyalmighty]

Right, of course. { Molly rolled her eyes, flicking the fingers that had held the bottle. Her focus and curiosity now was on only the content inside. }

So what's all this about?

[madisonviperhair]

Come on. {Grumbling to herself Madison ignores the hallway around her, eyes focused on her bag and she rummages through the contents} Where is - oh, yes!

{At the sound of footsteps she looks up briefly} Oh good, here hold this while I get the door. {Without waiting for a response she hands a small blue glass vial to the approaching student, turning her attention to the locked door in front of them}

[mollyalmighty]

{ Passing through the hallway, Molly paused only as she was handed the vial, eyeing it before turning her attention back at the blonde. Trying to see if anyone else was in this, as if it was a joke that she was supposed to be some helper, Molly played with the bottle in hand. }

You have ten seconds before I drop whatever this is.

[covettheflesh-blog]

Get Your Fixxx☯

[dailyjenns-deactivated20180816]

"My biggest fear was that I was too ordinary.” - Phoebe Tonkin

[vsgossipgirl-blog]

[wildegryphon]

Oh, so that’s how you roll?

[ He extends a hand. ] I don’t believe we’ve met before, which is quite a shame, actually. I’m Wilde.

[mollyalmighty]

❝Exactly.❞

❝With a face like this, I'm sure you can understand why I wouldn't need to.❞ She takes his hand, shaking it before smirking at the interesting male in front of her. ❝It really is a shame, but I'm glad it could changed. I'm Molly.❞ 

[coyote-grace]

So I won’t call you a witch then. Sorceress… I gotta remember that one.

[mollyalmighty]

❝Usually, I prefer my name.❞

[hellishdamian]

… I was being sarcastic. 

[mollyalmighty]

❝You can never know with the things around here--❞

❝I don't think I've ever met you. Who are you?❞

[callmejune-deactivated20220527]

Oh really? So you’ve been starting parties for a while now?

[mollyalmighty]

❝Usually, I'm just working in the background, setting the spark, but I may have started quite a few in the past.❞

[mollyalmighty]

Santeria | Wilde & Molly.

Though Molly was never a super social person - she could converse and have a good time at party but it wasn't like her to share - especially willingly. As she had wondered through the campus, her eyes searching the weeds and plants that grew, she couldn't help but pluck a few of the wilting flowers, focusing on making them livelier before they ignited into flames.

Waving the ashes out of her hand, she picked up a few more. Cupping the new fresh plants, she hummed a small tune rubbing her thumbs against each other as she walked back towards the houses.

It wasn't even her house, and she wasn't even sure what had brought her here; it wasn't like she was trying to make any friends - she thinks. It was mostly how he seemed not to care what she thought, or how he seemed almost as annoyed about this place and people as she was. Maybe it was the way he was snarky, and wasn't exactly like the others - or maybe it's because she got this feeling he wouldn't be the worst person to get high with.

In one pocket she had a glass pipe that she had lifted from a guy too gullible to her smile and fake laugh, and she had used her own modifications of spells to figure the best way to grind the elusively transformed plant to something potent for her intentions.

She never really needed free weed, but she'd never say no if someone insisted.

Leaning against the wall outside the hallway where the dorms laid, Molly stopped humming, mumbling only a few words for her incantation to work. It was always a weird feeling to feel a solid object become grinded in her hand, but even if it took a bit more energy than what was necessary to conjure something of this effect, she didn't mind.

While she watched and made sure no one was watching her (because she already knew what kind of people would never stop pestering her for this secret), she slowly started packing her pipe, using the sleeves of her jacket to make it seem like she was just fiddling with her thumbs. It was an awkward stance for the girl in question, but she'd rather they have an image that could be used to her advantage, if needed.

Pausing only as others from the Caracal house entered and exited, scowling at a few who looked at her with suspicion, it wasn't until she saw the familiar brunette walking past her that she held her posture straight. A smirk was already on her face as she wondered what exactly he would think of her stuff.

"Hey," she called out, with a teasing voice trailing after. "Wanna go get high?" 

[coyote-grace]

So like a witch then?

[mollyalmighty]

❝Yes, exactly.❞

❝But being called a witch would give people too much of an opportunity to rhyme it with other words.❞