#bwcovenevent2

[harriett-crowley]

Harriett was in better spirits than usual– maybe it was the champagne or the magick in the air,but whatever it was, for once the witch wouldn’t question in. Instead, she smiled at the person by her side, raising a slight brow behind her mask before complimenting their own. “You look lovely. And your mask as well– where did you find it?” She took a sip of her drink, before tilting her head at the other. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

[chris-judge]

Christopher had looked for a place where he could hide out, but having been met with little success, he had eventually found his way to the food. And, after a few snacks, he had found himself in the mood for champagne - which, it turned out, was quite disarming. He had had it a few times before, of course, but never in this quantity, and it took about four or five glasses to decide he really liked it.

Looking over at someone, Christopher finally spoke, for perhaps the third time this evening, a glass of champagne in one hand and a crutch in the other.

“‘ey, check this. They’re just giving it away like it’s water or something.” He grinned, expression unusually bright for him before darkening slightly. Christopher took another drink. “Dunno why, though. We’re “celebrating” that hella depressing witch burning, but y’know, throw enough glittery lights at people and I guess...I guess it just goes away.”

[pennywitch-blog]

Penny watched the dancers, a small smile picking up the corners of her mouth. It was late, the party was in full swing, and Penny felt...peaceful. She had spent so much time running, hiding from her magick, but here she saw people embracing their abilities. They weren’t ashamed. Serenity settled across Penny’s heart like a warm blanket. This feeling of safety made her want to dance and sing. Life had finally cut her a break after so many years, and she wanted to embrace it. 

When she caught sight of a fellow observer, she spoke up with uncharacteristic boldness. The night had made her brave. “Hey, you! You want to dance? Nice people like us shouldn’t be standing by the sidelines.” 

[sidaleejakes-blog]

[aidasamuel]

Aida wasn’t sure if she liked big crowds or not. She certainly didn’t dislike them, but they never held much charm for her. Her nights were mostly kept intimate. A few friends, a few drinks, maybe a stranger or two. It was easier to be exciting in smaller numbers. Maybe that was it. 

“I think I need to be drunker to enjoy this.”