Willow Barton.

Willow Barton. 23. Wicca Witch.

[daphnecarraway]

Does the air smell different? I think it smells different. Just don’t breathe in too deep or you might drown.

[willowxwitch]

"That...doesn't make any sense." 

"Can you...rephrase what you mean?" 

[willowxwitch]

A week like any other.

[adelaide-ward]

  She didn’t hate Willow, not really. But the girl was incredibly irritating and dull. She seemed weak-willed and frightened of herself, and that was something Adelaide simply had no patience for these days. As far as she was concerned Willow was wasting a precious gift and that was a disgrace. Leaning back in her seat, she barely glanced up from her book on the origins of Wicca to acknowledge that the other witch was speaking to her.

"Oh, so the little mouse has decided to bite back, how cute. Not practicing your craft is waste, sweetheart." She rolled her eyes, looking over the book in her lap. "What is it with you non-practitioners anyway? A little magic won’t kill you."

Taunting the girl wasn’t going to make it better, but Adelaide had always seen her abilities as something to be proud of not something to hide. She’d never been afraid of what she could do. But mentioning that perhaps Willow and others like her would be better if they were actually practicing would only mean that Charlotte would give her tutoring them as a project to channel some of her ‘restless energy’ into something less destructive.

"I was out, not that it’s any of your business." Her tone was full of venom, and she lifted a brow. "Some of us practice our craft so that we can become stronger and smarter—so that we can become better witches."

[willowxwitch]

"So you have said Ms. Adelaide." She reminded quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a small sigh. She didn't understand what she had ever done to the other woman to make her dislike her so much. From the first time she had spoken to her she had always been nothing but polite, unnecessarily so when he younger Ward continued to taunt her. 

And all over her craft. It wasn't as though Willow went around incessantly talking about how she didn't practice magic. Really she didn't say anything about the subject unless it was to recount the stock and book titles that the store had. 

Yes, Willow was a witch. Just like her mother before her. It was something she accept that she couldn't change even if she tried. It wasn't a choice. And it was scarier to try and be human by herself than learn what she was with people who actually knew what they were doing. 

"I am where I want to be." Willow responded quietly, a shy smile faltering only slightly on her face. "I don't understand why that bothers you so much Ms. Adelaide." 

[willowxwitch]

A week like any other || Willow & Drake

[drakethorne]

  As Drake walked out of his front door, the noise of tourists hit him in the face. It wasn’t from the noise of the chatter which made him aware of the tourists. What made him aware of them and what told them apart from the permanent residents of New Orleans was their lack of respect for the town. Tourist would shine from their head the second that they stepped into this town, and that came in helpful for Drake when he would ask someone for directions. He hadn’t been living in New Orleans for all that long and so he hadn’t quite gotten to grips with the streets of the town.

Within the first week of living in the town, Drake had found himself on a rooftop when he was trying to get home. How he found himself on a rooftop was a mystery, even to him, but there he was with his phone in his hand and a can of beer in the other. He hadn’t removed himself from the roof until he had drunken his drink and smoked his carton of cigarettes but even then he found it a struggle to remove himself. He found himself at peace when he was looking down on the busy town and that was something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Over the course of the next few weeks, he found himself going to that rooftop every day and he would sit himself down and watch the world go by while he thought back to his old life filled with laughter and joy.

He was brought back to reality after he heard a bell ring faintly in the distant. As he looked around, he noticed that his vision was blurred. He slowly pressed his fingertips to his eyes and notice tears sitting in his ducts. He was quick to wipe them away before continuing walking forward. He had to keep moving forward in order to stay ahead of the crowd which was making its way toward him. If there was one thing that Drake hated, it was overcrowded places. They always made him panic, which was something that he never wanted to feel. His eyes scanned his surroundings and he noticed a small shop just a few feet away from him. In order to get out of the busy sidewalk, he quickly dashed over to the shop and walked through the entrance, shutting the door behind him. “Hello” He muttered before letting his eyes scan the shop. 

[willowxwitch]

The young woman was in front of him in almost instantly, casting a glance back to the register area before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and muttering a quiet greeting to hopefully a new customer. Hazel eyes noticing that the man's own blue eyes were slightly shiny, almost watery and a mix of curiosity and concern battled on her features. 

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Willow asked quietly, one hand going to fold across her chest and wrap around her elbow. And while her words were professional her inflection and the slight duck of hr head said 'Are you okay? You look upset.' Something that she'd never have the guts to say out loud to a stranger. Especially a man. 

"My name's Willow. I'm the shop keeper." She volunteered in hopes that might make him a little more comfortable if he knew her name. It wasn't so much that she concerned for his well being that much but when others around her were upset she tended to feel it as well and she wanted to avoid having her area tainted by that negative energy. 

You've been reading too many books. 

[stayclassyvilakazi]

[everwild]

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"Wish I may, wish I might

Find my one true love tonight.

Do you think that it could be you?”

[willowxwitch]

Music

In the first few years since living on her own Willow decided to branch out on her spare time and listen to all types of music that she hadn't quite got a choice in before. 

Here are some of the things she's learned:

Not all rap and R&B is foul.

Not all country singers are men preaching about jesus and their trucks.

Dubstep is either really good Dubstep or really bad. 

Don't judge a genre on it's most publicized artist. 

[fuckyeah-hipsterfashion]

[willowxwitch]

Threads

Adelaide Ward: 

A week like any other. 

Johnathon Rhodes:

JR Convo 1

Dinah Chadwick:

D: Convo 1

Josephine Lovelace:

J: Convo 1

Drake Thorne:

A week like any other

[willowxwitch]

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[willowxwitch]

Willow's closet: 

She has a very casual way of dressing, sundresses and shorts. The occasional loose fitting sweater that was oh so comfy. Though this way of dress sometimes leads her to be mistaken for still being a teenager, much to her frustration. Still, it's the only fashion sense she's ever know

and converse sneakers never go out of style. 

[willowxwitch]

A week like any other.

[adelaide-ward]

  Why did everything have to taste and smell like pumpkin? The pushy barrista at Witch’s Brew kept insisting that she try the pumpkin latte and a pumpkin spice muffin, even though he knew that all she wanted was the usual cinnamon macchiato with a double shot of espresso and a blueberry scone. How many times did she have to come into the shop before they realized she only wanted one thing? How difficult was it to do what they were told and take her money? She practically threw the cost of her snack at the idiot and stormed out, boots clicking on the sidewalk as she ignored the oddly chirpy sound of his ‘Happy Halloween’.

She was already running late, meaning someone else would have had to open the store, one of Charlotte’s little wayward Wiccans probably, and she’d have to hear a lecture about looking after the less than trained members of the coven if her sister arrived before she had a chance to get into position. But she wasn’t a babysitter. By the time she made it back to the witch district her scone was gone and her coffee was half empty, and she suddenly wished she’d gotten an extra.

With All Hallow’s Eve rapidly approaching, the shop would be busy, packed with people readying for the event. Protection spells, summoning spells, candles for rituals, all of it would be flying off the shelves, and that meant more work. Adelaide simply wanted the night to come and go as quickly as possible. She was surprised to see the shop remarkably empty, and when she swung the door open and was greeted with a squeak, her brow lifted in amusement.

"Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little witch that won’t." She pulled a book from the shelf and settled into her seat at the front desk, her eyes flicking toward Willow. "You know, refusing to practice the craft won’t make your abilities magically vanish. Denying who and what you are isn’t going to make you ‘normal’ Willow, and it won’t make you human. It won’t keep you safe either if that’s what you’re thinking. It leaves you weak, and it’s waste if you ask me."

[willowxwitch]

Her shoulders relaxed and hands that she didn't even know she had clench gave way to open palms at the familiar face, even though it wasn't always a friendly one. Still, Adelaide Ward was the sister of the woman who had given her a job and even though Willow didn't always like the other woman, she tried to keep a polite tone with her. Only once she was sure there wasn't anything left to be said did she sneak in one of her own sly little observations. 

More often than not, though, she would give up before the fight had even begun. Something she figured probably frustrated Adelaide more than if she'd stick up for herself. "Thank you for the advice Adelaide, I'm sure you know my reasons for not wanting to flaunt my abilities better than I do." All said with a shy smile on her face as she reached for a small broom, sweeping always helped calm her nerves. 

"You were late for work today-" She cut herself off as casually as she could. The thought that Adelaide wouldn't know she was late as well if she didn't say anything. So instead Willow made it look as though the end of her sentence had simply fled her mind. The same shy smile in place of any actual substance. "Did you have a late night?" 

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[willowxwitch]

A week like any other.

Willow didn't like Halloween. At least, she didn't really know how she felt about it which was just the same as not liking it. Five years of all hallow's eves and she still didn't know how she felt. It was like she was one large conflict of what she though she was supposed to like and what she really did when left to her own devices. And that was why there was work.

As long as she busied herself with work she didn't need to think about all the festivities going on. Not that she didn't like fall, but it was more more than just the autumn celebrations decorating the windows of shops and the lawns of houses. It wasn't offensive due to inaccuracy, at least not on Willows part, more so because some people believed that the silhouette of witches riding broom sticks could offend in the first place. And those who did get offended made what was left of the holiday utterly useless.

Like the woman she'd met on her way to work whose words still stuck with her and crawled under her skin, mimicking those of someone she didn't fondly remember most of the time. It made doing simple tasks like making sure everything stayed in place and talking to customers just that much harder to concentrate. Not to mention it was Halloween.

Which made her past only all too relevant. When she'd fled she didn't take the time to check and see if the still form of her father was still breathing, and if he died that meant her could possibly cross over if all proved true. Just another reason to try and stay away from magic for this particular time of the year.

Easy to say for someone who worked in an occult store, though she had trained herself to not actively practice around others.

"Temptation my ass." She spoke while fuming, only to squeak when the bell at the entrance of the shop cut through her thoughts. 

[bloodwoodmanorrpg-deactivated20]

  True, I guess. And, I loved Halloween when it meant like a costume and free candy, but this is very different from that. 

[willowxwitch]

I was never actually allowed to celebrate halloween.That's devil shee-

  Er, crap. My dad would say. 

[bloodwoodmanorrpg-deactivated20]

  Even if they don’t know it, they’re not about to end their fun, so at least it’ll do them a little good in the morning. 

[willowxwitch]

What morning? Do you seriously think any of these guys will be awake before noon tomorrow? That is if they even go to sleep at all. 

And then they keep the rest of the town up with the partying. I just love halloween. 

[bloodwoodmanorrpg-deactivated20]

Apparently, it’s never too early to drink until you puke in the Quarter this week. 

[willowxwitch]

And from what I've seen after that you keep drinking. 

Supposedly it helps with the hangover. 

[willapotter]

  Have a nice day, sugar! May it be a blessed one.

[willowxwitch]

"Blessed be."