Josie remembered that night, it was burned into her mind standing holding her sisterâs hand as they chanted and helped a man die. The moon had been painfully big and bright. All sheâd cared about beforehand was the dress code changing for feminism and possibly going to the Senior dance like Lizzie wanted. It hadnât occurred to her how serious what sheâd helped out with until Hope finally came back to school. Ever since the night had haunted her, but it was beautiful to Hope and knowing that it connected them a bit more made it maybe beautiful to her too. âI was always so worried you resented me for the ritual.â Josie mumbled to her quietly, it occurring to her now that if sheâd been stubborn and refused in all likelihood she wouldnât actually get to be on a date with Hope right now. âAnd I didnât even like you back then.â Josie joked because now it felt like she liked Hope so much that she might drown in it. She couldnât help but wonder if everyone tended to feel this way. âIf I had to pick someoneâŠâ Her brows furrowed as she thought seriously on the matter, âJoan of Arc. Absolutely. She was 16 years old and led an army, people just believed in her. She was brave and stood up, even when they killed her. I think thatâs amazing.â Josie was too meek to ever be like that, but it was still something she admired, the people who could act in that way. âWhat kind of art do you like the most?â She was genuinely curious knowing that the other girl was an artist, it might help her make plans for future dates, if she was lucky enough to get one.
âI resented myself for taking power back that I couldnât handle. Josie, that would have killed me and I donât think it is like when I died for real, it was as if there was no coming back.â It felt like she was going to be gone forever. Her vampire blood not going to save her in the end. âYou and your sister hated me back then and I made you hate me.â And for a while she had disliked Josie and Lizzie for not trying harder, that stopped after she turned 16 though, she suddenly started seeing that she pushes others away and her attempt this time ended with her dating the one she pushed away.âJoan of Arc, a leader of her time,â Hope isnât sure she is much of a leader or who she admires more besides her mother and father. âI love to paint. When I was seven, my dad taught me how to mix colors to make a new one. Acrylic paint is my favorite.â Watercolor is her second if she had to pick the medium she uses. âI can sketch, draw, paint and do embroidery but ask me to knit you something and it wonât happen.â Hope canât knit to save her life, it was one of those things that she finds herself a cat in a basket, all wrapped up in yawn instead of doing something with it and she isnât sure how. âIâve never tried body painting before but I watched a show on Netflix that made me seriously want to consider it for a while.â Maybe someday she would do that but that is a long ways off. âDo you do anything crafty yourself?â Aside from making hats for stuffed animals that is.Â