#wicked conquerors

[pxisxnedappleprince]

Triple Solo Para: Wicked to See You

Fitz whispers a spell over the two apples at his desk, watching them both vanish abruptly as he waves his hand over them. Perfect.

It wasn’t much more than a promise. The simplest of messages. But it was enough to get the point across.

I’m back. Miss me?

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As the witch sits down at lunch, an apple appears on her tray. She blinks, looking around, noticing no one else seems to have taken notice. Reaching up, she taps it, pulling her finger back abruptly as it suddenly rots away into nothing, leaving a grimy smudge where it had sat.

Wicked to see you, too, Fitz.

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Dex yawns to himself, slouched in his seat as he doesn’t really pay attention in Remedial Goodness. Blinking, he takes a double take in his seat in the back. An apple? Now how did...

Fitz. Without thinking too much about it, he rests an arm between it and his partner at his table so the other can’t see it. Ever so slightly, he moves his hand and brushes a finger against it, watching it rot into nothing on the table before him.

Well, it’s about time.

[pxisxnedappleprince]

Upon opening his locker, Fitz can see a simple but clearly out-of-place composition notebook sitting on top of everything inside. On the first page is a passage in the process of being written: "I'm back bitches. These journals are enchanted so we can communicate without needing to be near each other. Can't blow our cover, now can we? -L"

Fitz raises an eyebrow to himself, leaning back into his locker slightly as the notes appear before his eyes in the journal.

Between you and Fitz, it’s starting to feel like a real party. Are we having fun yet? I’ve been making a friend, or something along those lines, of real interest around here. Name might be familiar, Sabby-- Abigail Gale. -D

Well, well, well. And here I was proud of befriending Axel’s new gem. You’re a genius as always, Dex. -S

He chuckles a bit. This all sounds about right to him. He clicks his own blue ink pen and adds on his reaction.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, Sabrine, I haven’t done anything special at all. Good to hear from you all again. -F

[ruby-slippxrxd]

Upon opening her locker, Sabrine can see a simple but clearly out-of-place composition notebook sitting on top of everything inside. On the first page is a passage in the process of being written: "I'm back bitches. These journals are enchanted so we can communicate without needing to be near each other. Can't blow our cover, now can we? -L"

Sabrine blinks, picking up the journal, watching the note write in, then a second note starts to appear scrawled under it in pencil. She raises an eyebrow and smirks at Dex’s note.

Between you and Fitz, it’s starting to feel like a real party. Are we having fun yet? I’ve been making a friend, or something along those lines, of real interest around here. Name might be familiar, Sabby-- Abigail Gale. -D

She chuckles dryly as she pulls out one of her pens.

Well, well, well. And here I was proud of befriending Axel’s new gem. You’re a genius as always, Dex. -S

[dxrkest-knightmxre]

Upon opening his locker, Dex can see a simple but clearly out-of-place composition notebook sitting on top of everything inside. On the first page is a passage in the process of being written: "I'm back bitches. These journals are enchanted so we can communicate without needing to be near each other. Can't blow our cover, now can we? -L"

“Well, well, well,” Dex murmurs to himself, picking up one of his pencils and writing a note under it.

Between you and Fitz, it’s starting to feel like a real party. Are we having fun yet? I’ve been making a friend, or something along those lines, of real interest around here. Name might be familiar, Sabby-- Abigail Gale. -D