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“Oh yeah,” Ophelia looked over at the small group of frightened looking freshman sitting a table over from them looking startled. “I may or may not have convinced them I’m an actual witch,” she gave a bored shrug. “I just figured, tis the season to inspire fear in the hearts of children.”

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♢ ┈┈ Starter Call {@foresttech}

❝ So, hypothetically, ❞ Lance began, resting his hip against the side of Pidge’s open door. ❝ On a hypothetical, of course, note, hypothetically --❞ He cleared his throat and entered the room, knowing full-well if Pidge didn’t really want him there she’d have already threatened him with her bayard or tossed him out.

❝ Theoretically, one could even say --❞ He should ... probably get on with it before Pidge decides to force it out of him.

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@hurtpeoplearelethal

Mckay packed up her bag quietly as everyone filtered out of the room where they held the evironmental club meetings. A few people stopped to say goodbye to her as they did so and normally she would have struck up a conversation with one of them and left the room with them, but today she was on somewhat of a mission. It had been a while since she’d gotten a moment alone with Crispin, partially because he seemed to spend every free moment between classes with Logan Brown these days, and partially because of Mckay’s own slight avoidance of the boy after hearing through some mutual friends that he and Logan were dating. She wanted to make sure she could at least pretend to be happy for him before trying to talk to him about it. She took a deep breath as the boy started to head toward the door himself and intercepted him midway. “Hey,” she said, in a warm, energetic tone. “Long time no talk,” she commented, hugging her bag to her chest as a comfort object.

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“There’s a bun in this oven,” Gen responded to the boy’s question nonchalantly, indicating her stomach. She knew it was far from the answer he was probably expecting, and it definitely would have been easier to give him almost any other response to his question, but honestly it felt good to get it off her chest. “I hear alcohol’s bad for babies or something,” she gave a little shrug before taking a small sip of her water and leaning back against the wall behind her. She did feel bad dropping the bomb on Will when he hadn’t exactly asked, but sometimes she just couldn’t control her mouth, and it was so much easier to be cool about it than to allow herself to freak out. He was also definitely not the Matthews brother she should be telling but the easiest part of all of this was definitely the decision that she wasn’t ever going to tell Bryce about this particular situation, and she doubted he’d ever ask if she didn’t explicitly tell him whose baby it was.

@emborn

the first day of the semester meant hope had to return to traditional schooling, just like the rest of her family. after her return from “camp” in the fall, it had been too late in the semester for her to enroll at the high school, so she had, instead, caught up with school from a home hospice system. on some level, she had been grateful for it, not having to see the other kids from school, feel their stares or hear her questions about where she had been. after all, she was the only one in her little town who had gone away to the camp, and all anyone around here knew was that she had gone away to a summer camp and didn’t come back after summer ended. it had made a bit of a splash, especially after her parents officially reported her missing. when the camp got shut down and all the kids sent home, an official statement was published but it didn’t give out details about what had actually been happening. she was sure, though, that the kids at her school had filled in the blanks with their own ideas, and none of them could be good. fortunately, the overarching message she was receiving via numerous text messages, cards, and facebook wall posts, was that most people were just happy she was home safe. still, the thought of going to school and being stared at while everyone made their speculations about what she had experienced last summer was daunting.

hope was grateful it was still cool enough out to almost excuse the amount of bundling she had done with her clothing. she could mostly tolerate the cold by now, but keeping her external temperature up as much as possible was crucial to appearing normal and keeping her powers under control. and maybe she could convince herself that the sideways glances she was getting from other students were because of her thick coat just as it was starting to warm up slightly outside, rather than because she hadn’t been in school since the previous spring. she leaned against her locker before first period as her best friend, aylin spoke ad nauseam about something or other that hope wasn’t really paying attention to, instead she was people watching. that was when she saw him. perks of a photographic memory, she recognized the boy instantly, even beyond the subtle changes to his appearance since she had seen him last, months ago. she straightened up slightly at the sight of him, pushing off from the locker and leaving aylin behind unexpectedly, resulting in the girl calling her name after her, but hope just waved her off as she headed down the hall in the boy’s direction. she was tempted to call out to him, but knew better than to draw any more attention than necessary to herself. “hey,” she said, almost under her breath as she got close enough to him for him to hear. “have we met?” she questioned, even though she already knew the answer.

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Ruben with a hangover, but Angie is feeling fine.

Angie tip-toed back into her bedroom with a glass of water and advil, trying not to raise any suspicious with her father that she had snuck her boyfriend into her bedroom, significantly drunk, late last night. “Hey,” she whispered, as she settled herself softly onto her bed next to him, handing him the water and the pills. “How’re you doin, buddy?”

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So Juliet’s first day of residency had gone pretty much as one might expect, with one giant exception: Reece. She had spent months painstakingly picking the hospital to do her residency at, and this was the best one, mostly due to the fact that it was the closest one with an employee daycare, a necessity for Juliet. When they had accepted her to do her residency there she had been overjoyed to make the hospital her, and her son’s, home for the next four years; and then she actually showed up. In hindsight, she probably should have looked into it more before choosing a hospital, tried to figure out where he was before picking hers to keep up the past three years of careful avoidance, only in the past two years she’d gotten kind of sloppy, it wasn’t exactly like he was looking for her, anyway. Regardless, no more than an hour into her shift that morning, there he was, across the room with a couple of other surgeons, looking nearly the same as he had before she left three years ago, resulting in a little pang in her chest that she tried to ignore. She tried to ignore him. All day. And she’d gotten away with it. Sure, she would have to explain herself eventually, but eventually was not today, and thankfully for her, today was over, and as far as she could tell Reece had already left the hospital.

The girl plastered a smile on her face as she came into the daycare center to pick up her son, knowing that if anyone was going to sense an upset in her it would be him, and she needed to put on a brave face for his sake until she could figure out what she would be doing about this whole situation. Her fake smile quickly turned into a real one though as soon as the child set his eyes on her and started shouting out “Mama” happily, reaching for her. She picked the boy up and checked him out from the main entrance before carrying the babbling toddler out the front doors, ready to take him home and forget about her long day at least for a little while. And then she saw him again, and this time there was no avoiding it, so she just stopped cold and waited for the questions to roll in.