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[wellsmedium]

Nora sat on top of her desk, staring at the same three papers from the briefing for what had to be the last three hours. Exasperated she crumpled them up, throwing them out the open door into the hall. “You know, just once I would like a case with some whimsy. Why is it always a creepy mansion? What can’t it something nice, like a fairy stuck in a well lit Dunkin Donuts?”  She yelled at the whatever poor soul happened to be outside her office. “This isn’t going to be one of those easy, open and shut, be home in time to watch The Bachelorette cases is it?”

[marcusxcross]

not my cup of tea | open

Marcus: As much as Marcus loved mingling and meeting new people, he hated lavish parties such as this. For the last few years, he had been able to stay away from any of the social events that were very Lima's upper class, claiming he couldn't make it home from college for yet another party. Unfortunately, now that his college years were behind him, Marcus had run out of excuses. After an hour of showing his face and dancing with a few people, he had made his way outside, where he sat on the steps leading out to the garden. He sighed, taking another sip out of the flute he had in his hand, making a face that clearly showed how much Marcus didn't like the champagne he was currently having. Placing the glass next to him, he looked out into the garden before he checked his watch yet again. "Fuck, still too early to leave," he muttered frustrated, more to himself than for someone else to hear.

[parksfabray-blog]

Birthday Celebration | Open

Parker: was glad that everything was going off without a hitch and going smoothly. She was also glad that things weren't awkward between Dom and her. She excused herself to check on the punch and started to make more of the punch. It took her two hours to have the lay out of the kitchen in her head and was pretty sure she was a pro of navigating the kitchen. She grabbed the ice from the freezer once she was finishing making the punch and filled a cup full of ice then poured the ice into the punch. "There, a fresh batch of punch." She muttered to herself and carefully placed the ice back into the freezer.

[ivysoutherns]

Ivy was exhausted from the ritual, but she was currently soaring on a high from the magic having worked, and she couldn’t keep it in. She twirled in place, laughing deliriously, euphoric at their success. A part of her knew she shouldn’t be surprised it had worked, but after the last time, she had barely dared to be hopeful. But the cursed from the circle were now human, and the ritual was finished, and she wanted to celebrate. “Yessss! I told you it would work!” She declared to whoever was passing by, hardly recognizing if it was actually someone she had told that to.

[bash-dubois-blog]

“Are you gonna take the shot, or were you hoping that the balls would just spontaneously roll themselves into the pockets?” He asked of the person standing opposite him, already getting bored of waiting. Bash was usually a patient person, but tonight he was feeling a bit fidgety, and waiting for someone to line up the perfect shot was getting under his skin.

[ivysoutherns]

Family Reunion

“Do you think it needs more chocolate chips?” Ivy asked the other witch. She was at the coven house, using their kitchen to bake cookies. Her apartment didn’t have an oven, so she had to come here if she wanted baked goods. “What am I saying, of course it needs more chocolate chips,” she laughed, turning towards the kitchen island to grab the extra bag, just as the back door swung open. Looking up, her mouth dropped open as her eyes fell on the person standing there. @xrowan-southernsx