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[blacksheepmikaelson]

I Can Do It Better || Bonnie & Kol

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Kol had good repartie with the most witches he’d come across. Sure it took a little time considering he was a vampire, but his attitude aside his interest in witchcraft had always been genuine; it had been his gift too... Once upon a time. Now though, that was a long off dream but he’d found some ways around it all, and given himself a rather wonderful encyclopedia of knowledge on the subject while he was it. The magic’s he’d been tutored in would make any witch salivate, and he could sniff out a user with the ease of a bloodhound these days. 

So, when he came across some tell tale signs of a magic-user who was he to deny his own curiosity? With a haughty air he snooped along following little clues invisible to the lay person until he came across what he’d been tracking, a witch, a young woman by appearance. But then he knew better than most that appearance was nothing in the face of magic. 

He spent some time concealed, watching her work and oh yes, there was talent there, plenty of it but there was also youth; she just couldn’t get her spell-work right for the tricky number she wanted to pull off. He let her reach for another herb to try and called out from his viewpoint, “That one won’t work either Darling,” a light smugness to his voice as the vampire walked forward, “Nasty bit of root, it’s more likely to cause the whole thing to blow up in that pretty face.” he added with a pout, looking over the spellcraft before her like a teacher assessing a student’s work.

[jenniferblake-blog1]

“My middle name is misery.”

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“Were your parents big Stephen King fans?” Jennifer asked wryly. Looking down at the young woman who seemed to be mimicking her own position when she’d come across her trying to mark papers. Sadly, Jennifer had no coffee to share, well no coffee at all really. Though in her favour it was getting on for eight at night and she was only here to pop some texts into the return bin. 

“I’d offer help but that’s the downside to most of us professors; we know an awful lot about an awful little.” she said. Jennifer hadn’t been a student since the eighties. She’d always had a love for education and learning but when she was Julia it hadn’t been ‘appropriate’ for a woman to be educated. And then everything with Kali had happened and she’d not let herself thing about anything save for her vengeance... It had been the first thing she’d done after the dust settled for what she’d done, her goal complete. 

She’d enrolled in university, a BA, an MA and finally a PhD in Horror Literature of all things. “Here’s some advice though. It’s getting late and the work will be there tomorrow... and it’s pretty easy to get an extension if things are dire. Go home, get some rest. Things always seem a little more doable in the morning. Trust me.”