She hoped Faye was just being Faye, and that they were keeping an eye out for one another more than she alluded to – but then there was that familiar twinge of guilt, one she was getting tired of having to address inwardly. Had she stuck around, she would have known that everyone was okay without having to be filled in on it. Her conscience was proving to be a constant source of tension now that she had, for once in her life, chosen to do something for herself above the greater good. “It’s a big something, all things considered.” The dig, whether the other witch intended it as harshly as it came out, felt justified to Diana. Her gaze faltered, a stinging from her exposed nerve of emotion being prodded, but she didn’t say anything to the point, and only mustered a thin smile when Faye offered a slight apology. It’s okay, she wanted to say. The past is in the past now.
She was hardly surprised to find that not much had changed in the Chamberlain household, but she was disappointed all the same. If there was some good to come of what had happened, she hoped it would be here – but then, Faye would argue having her solo magic back was the upside. “Grandma Kate and I … Haven’t really talked since she came after Cassie. I don’t even know what I would say to her now … And if she knows about my dark magic, then what?” she asked, expression tightening. Her family no longer made sense to her. No one was who she thought they were, and she still didn’t know the full depths of what they had all done. What her father had done. “I used to love Thanksgiving and Christmas and just any time she would come around. Her and Dad and I – it was always so nice.” Setting her glass down on a coaster on the coffee table, she couldn’t help but get to her feet. The urge to pace, to expend energy in a semi-productive way – or at least in a way that wasn’t going to result in a display of fireworks. She’d barely used her magic in weeks, afraid of it, of pulling on the wrong kind of energy. She strode down the length of the sofa, turned widely, and paced back again. “I didn’t even think of that before I came – or what she might try to do to Cassie again? Honestly, it’s a wonder the elders didn’t try to take our magic away, after what happened.” Not that there were many elders left now – their family trees had all been pruned.
“Well, you’ll never really know unless you find out. Will you?” It was a lot to ask, Faye knew that. But considering how much Diana’s lost, if she could salvage some semblance of the only family she had left, shouldn’t she try? Granted, if Kate was anything like John Blackwell ( highly doubtful ) then perhaps, it was better to steer clear of her. For both her and Cassie’s sake. Speaking of Cassie... “What’s going on with you and little Orphan Annie anyway? Who would’ve thought you’d two would end up sharing more in common than just Adam.” There Faye went again with the insensitive wisecracks. Sometimes, she simply couldn’t turn it off. It was like a natural reflex. Of the bitchiest, and snarkiest variety. “Hold that thought.” Upon hearing her phone buzz, Faye checked her recent texts. Dawn. Warning Faye she’d be late for dinner and there was money hidden in a drawer in the kitchen for pizza. “Looks like mommy dearest will be pulling an all nighter. What do you say, we get out of here and have a little fun? For you, I’ll try to keep it PG. Although, I make no promises. Besides, you’ve been gone long enough, do you even remember Chance Harbor?” In retrospect, it hasn’t been that long. But, in some underhanded way, it was Faye’s attempt at lowkey suggesting that, maybe Diana had been missed.
