Which Witch? || Cece & Morgan
Cece had shown up at the diner way too early. Force of habit, she supposed. She sat her in car, the music playing quietly just to avoid sitting in complete silence. She watched people as people showed up, one after the other. Cece would not say she was necessarily suspicious of Morgan, but she was paranoid by nature. As unlikely as it was, Cece had to at least consider the possibility that this was a former member of the coven who had somehow tracked her down already.
But assuming that Morgan was who she claimed to be, Cece had to admit she was intrigued. Even as part of a coven, it was just an unspoken agreement that they did not use their magic in public and didn’t tell anybody the truth of what they were. To the public eye, they were just a bunch of weird, gypsy nomads. Cece needed to figure out if Morgan was claiming she was a witch in the sense that she burned incense and lived by her monthly horoscopes or if she truly was a practicing spell caster. Cece wasn’t sure what she would do once she knew, but if there were other witches in White Crest, Cece would like to know who they were.
Inviting her to move in had not been the plan, but Cece couldn’t really help herself. All she could picture was herself at sixteen. Being taken in by the coven when her own adopted family no longer wanted her. The coven had ended badly for Cece but that didn’t mean they had to end badly for others. Monsters or no, they had still offered Cece a home when she had none. The least Cece could do was extend that same olive branch to someone else in need. Besides, it wasn’t like the move would be permanent. Just a temporary roommate until Morgan figured out a new living situation.
Once the arranged meeting time came closer, Cece collected her things from her car and got them a table in the diner. She flipped through the menu absent-mindedly, taking note that they only served breakfast before ordering a black coffee. The place smelled of grease and syrup which wasn’t entirely unappetizing. It just served as a reminder that Cece was starving. But she could wait until Morgan arrived to order food.
While Cece waited, she flipped through the folder she brought to show Morgan. They weren’t professional photos but they highlighted enough of the home to give her an idea of where she would be staying. Cece had found a nice, two story cabin near the woods passed the East End. It didn’t fall in any neighborhoods, but on a road that lead directly into town one way or towards Harris Island the other. There were three bedrooms, two up on the second floor and once that Cece was currently using as storage on the main floor. Her grand idea was to turn it into an office space. The yard in the back was fairly small, cut off by the forest that Cece may or may not own a portion of. When she had purchased the land, she had really only cared about the house. All she knew was that the forest went back about half a mile before running into the river behind it.
Morgan arrived during mid-sip of Cece’s coffee. She waved and swallowed the hot drink down quickly before holding her hand out, “Hey! It’s Cece. So nice to meet you!” Cece did not consider herself to be an incredibly professional person, but she supposed that if this girl was going to be her roommate for a while, she should at least be business casual. “I brought along some pictures of the place so you have an idea of what you would be getting yourself into.” She handed the manila folder over to Morgan so she could look through them. ‘So, tell me about yourself, just from the conversation we had online I’ve got to say I’m curious.”
