As the Bennett witch stepped into the old bookstore, her eyes peered around to see if anyone spotted her. All clear, she thought to herself before swiftly moving towards the back. Her eyes closed as she tried to use her magic to find the book she needed. The Malivore seemed to be the new threat of not only the town but the world. Everywhere she had looked, she came up empty. Who was this creature? And why was there no record of it? âShitâ She muttered to herself as she gave up. Hands moving to her pockets as she shook her head. In the corner of her eyes she spotted a female, she had seen her before âYou were at the carnival?â She smiled, remembering how she had stated she was in a coven.
Parker wasnât much of a people person which is why the bookstore had become one of her favorite places to be. She find solace in the old, worn pages of far off lands that seemed so much better than her real life. Two dead parents, shitty year in the system, and now a freak at a boarding school in a boring town. She missed her home back in New Orleans even with the shitty foster parents. Green eyes peered up from the pages as she turned the corner, hearing someone speak to her. The familiar face brought a small smile to her face as she nodded. âYeah, youâre uh... Bonnie, right,â she questioned.