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Victoria Wolfie. 22. Healing. Mediumship. I still remember the world. From the eyes of a child. Slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now.

[rheawindsor]

“one year ago today, i almost died.” rhea was over it - and she’d spent the past year telling anyone that asked that she was. sure, a chunk of ceiling debris had fallen on top of her, and yeah, if it hadn’t been for her brothers powers, they BOTH would have been windsor pancakes, but… they weren’t, and it was true that as much as a person could get over that experience, she had. “but i DIDN’T, so- if there’s anything worth drinking to, it’s that,” holding up her drink and offering the edge of it to the other, she smiled, “cheers.”

[wolfievic-blog]

victoria blinked at the suddent statement, granted rhea had said somethign about celebrating but she hadn’t specified until now. had she been drinking while the other woman said that, she probably would’ve choked on it. “that’s a way to put it,” she commented, as the other seemed so chill about it. “you got that right, it’s not everyday you can say that.” she said raising  her glass and taking a sip.

[sniickt]

“take a cookie.” she didn’t mean to be so abrupt about what was supposed to be an offer. laura didn’t even mind carrying out the task set for them all, by mary ( sell some “homemade” - read as, storebought - baked goods to the student population, make some friends in the process ). it wasn’t IDEAL, but she’d had to do worse. it was just that her bedside manner, so to speak, wasn’t the best, and she hadn’t exactly been well instructed on how to go about the cookie selling. “they’re a dollar.”

[wolfievic-blog]

her sight had to be forcibly teared from the pages when a platter of cookies and a command were thrown in her direction. she looked with big confused eyes at the other woman for a second, before letting a soft chuckle. “that’s some marketing strategy you’ve got going,” she commented before starting to look in her purse, “i’ve got.. two dollars. one cookie for me and another.. pay forward.” she said as she handed the money to laura and took a cookie.  

[georgieisms-blog]

Georgia liked knowing what to do, she liked to have some degree of control in her life. At school, at least in her work, that was almost attainable. She could get good grades if she studied hard enough. Interpersonal relationships were much harder, especially when it came to her home life. She couldn’t seem to relax for a moment as she read the letter in her hands, sitting, then pacing, then sitting again, whilst never looking up from the letter. She still wouldn’t have, had it not been for her walking directly into someone while pacing. “Sorry, my fault…” Georgie murmured, not really caring or looking up to see who it was. “Did you need something? I guess there’s nowhere that’s completely private, right?”

[wolfievic-blog]

it was one of those days when she felt jumpier than usual. whoever said talking to ghosts was fun, definitely had no idea what they were talking about. they hadn’t let her sleep, and now they would randomly show up during the day. sometimes she was so focused in trying to pretend they weren’t there, that she lost focus on her own surroundings. “no, no-- it’s definitely my fault. i’m so sorry.” she quickly apologized as well, shaking her head as she looked at the girl she bumped into. “i guess not,” she mumbled, feeling slightly guilty. “are you alright?”

[wolfievic-blog]

gasping rather dramatically as if genuinely shocked that someone was ACTUALLY helping her out, rhea’s expression flooded with gratitude as she used her good hand to pick up the newly opened can, taking a deep gulp right after she’d told the other girl- “you’re my hero.” didn’t matter how small the good deed - victoria was regarded as highly for opening her drink for her as she would’ve been if she’d saved her life. that was just how it was. “have you ever injured your dominant hand?- it’s not fun. i got a parcel this morning and i couldn’t even sign for it, cause i can’t write,” she lamented, almost too happy to complain right up until victoria’s question registered, and her cheeks reddened a little, “…- it was super stupid, so if i tell you… you’re not allowed to laugh. deal?”

“oh-- no, not at all. but i do appreciate the kind words.” victoria said with a gentle laugh. she had always been one to help, at times even when the other person was too stubborn to accept said help. “only a couple of fingers when i was younger, and it was definitely the worst. can’t imagine how it’s like with the whole hand.” at rhea’s bashful reaction she figuredshe probably shouldn’t have asked.  “i promise i won’t-- but you don’t have to tell me if you dont want to, it’s alright.”

[samarasmode]

@wolfievic

it had been a few days and things were ( sort of ) starting to settle down after the fire. of course, it was hard to truly settle down from something like that, but the students were trying. and just like during the fire, samara found herself by victoria’s side. the two had gotten closer when they roomed together, so sticking side by side made sense. even though samara had her room in a whole other hall, she preferred being in victoria’s. she was scared to be alone in case another emergency happened. so that’s why samara was going through her tub of nail polish, trying her best to find the perfect color for the other. she picked up a pale pink with the name ballet slippers and held it up to victoria’s skin. “what do you think of this??”

[wolfievic-blog]

victoria had seen and treated several injured people from different kind of accidents and/or disasters. of course, it was something comepletely different when someone actually went througt it, and quiet honestly, she hadn’t been prepared to be in a schools’ fire. thankfully, she had found samara in the middle of all the disaster and didn’t leave her for any reason. finding comfort in her one friend. the other seemingly feeling the same way as she spent more time with each other than apart. “what do i think of this?” she asked with a gentle short laugh, “this is like the fifth colour you show me. i think they all look very beautiful.”

[rheawindsor]

“ugh-” after three whole minutes of trying to open her can of coca-cola, rhea had finally had ENOUGH. not being able to bend her thumb made it impossible to grip the can and pop the tab with her dominant hand, and her left? was tragically useless. all she wanted was a DRINK, goddammit, and now that desperation was beginning to set in, rhea had absolutely no shame in turning to the nearest person and asking, finally- “could you please give me a hand with this? i hate to ask, but- i can’t do it.”

[wolfievic-blog]

“oh, sure!” at noticing the injured hand from the other girl, victoria immediately moved to help her. and even if the other wasn’t injured, she still would’ve helped her either way. “here you go,” she said with a smile as she gently put the can near her, “must be really annoying to have an injured hand. do you mind if i ask how you got that?”

[wolfievic-blog]

zita heard her before she saw her. she turned, seeing that her pleasant, friendly voice had a kind face and smile to match. “it’s a pleasure to meet you victoria!” zita chirped. “i’m zita.” her eyes fell to the flowers and her smile grew impossibly wider. “oh how sweet!” she exclaimed, taking the flowers with a look of gratitude towards her date. “they’re beautiful, and not cliche in the slightest, thank you so much!” they truly were, and zita couldn’t remember the last time she’d received flowers on a date. normally she was the one who brought something, but being on the receiving end was a pleasant change. “i brought you something as well. although after your beautiful flowers it seems rather silly,” she said, placing an embarrassed hand on her cheek. she reached over to the seat beside her and pulled up the gift. it was a bouquet of fun straws. they were all different colors, sizes and shapes, twisting and curling in their own ways. each one had a handmade paper flower perched on the end. they were whimsical and silly and so very zita. “i thought that, since we were meeting at shake out, nothing goes better with milkshakes than a fun straw!” she plucked a straw out of the bouquet, removed the flower from the end and placed it into her chocolate shake. “tada!” she presented the jazzed up milkshake with an excited flourish. an unexpected nervousness settled in her stomach over the silliness of her gift, and when zita got nervous she talked. “i was thinking that, if you’re up for it, we could have a milkshake with our fun straws and then afterwards, if you’re interested, i can treat you to dinner. i’m always a supporter of dessert first.”

just seeing her date’s smile, made her own smile widen in relief, especially as she heard the reassuring words. victoria was about to say that she doubtedit was silly, a gift was a gift after all. and after noticing the bouquet of fun straw she couldn’t help but giggle as she saw them. “you’re very creative, i wouldn’t have thought on anything like that. did you make them?” she was in awe, victoria had brought a gift as well, yes. but zita had made it. she had taken time of the day to think and create something for her. “you know, i’ve actually never had dessert first. not even when i was a kid, but there’s always a first for everything, right?” victoria was still feeling a bit nervous and she was hoping she wasn’t the only one. her smile never faded, not even as she motioned for zita to take a seat as she did the same and ordered a strawberry milkshake for herself. “bythe way, happy valentine’s day!”

[legacixs]

@ lobita 

blind dates were not necessarily zita’s immediate idea of a good time — especially when she was very much aware that she would probably be paired with a student, and that this evening could very well be less of a date and more of a fun outing — but that didn’t mean she wasn’t happy to be participating! she loved the events the students planned, and would always participate in them to the best of her ability. and who doesn’t love valentine’s day? she’d already taken the liberty of ordering herself a chocolate milkshake, which was currently in the process of being made while she waited for her date to arrive. with her button — the words holy cannoli! printed on the front — pinned on her striped blouse and a friendly smile on her face, she was ready to go. 

[wolfievic-blog]

victoria was absolutely nervous. when was the last time she’d gone on a date? however, she was also excited about the experience. she never turned down the opportunity to meet new people, even if her studies sometimes got in the way. walking into the shake out, she looked around wondering if she’d gotten there first.  that was until she saw a woman sitting by herself. slowly, she walked closer to her, hoping she was holy cannoli! or else this would be a bit awkward. “hi!” she said a little too loud when she saw the name and that she was indeed approaching the right person. “i’m victoria” she tried to compose herself, and smiled at her before extending her arm to give her a small bouquet of flowers. “i know it’s probably a bit cliché, but i hope you like flowers.”

[wolfievic-blog]

if you could say one last thing to your parents, what would you say?

“i never got to meet my mom but i’d tell her that i’m proud of her. i know she was a good woman, just like my dad was a good man. for mi papá… i’d tell him to stay with me, to not send me away, to not go on that mission. i wish i insisted more…”

[wolfievic-blog]

Will you be taking part in the valentine's pair ups? Are you hoping to get anyone in particular? :)

“i will actually! bailey was so nice, and the idea sounded so amazing i just couldn’t say no. i’m not looking for anyone in particular, i’m sure it’s going to be fun whoever i get.”

[wolfievic-blog]

What are your favorite things?

“this is probably going to sound really cheesy, but you know that feeling of satisfaction when you help someone? i don’t know i guess i like helping people both alive and dead.”

[wolfievic-blog]

anyone you wish to be closer to?

“i haven’t had the time to meet people lately, but hopelly now that we’re roomates i can get to know samara better.”

[aerecn]

aereon cleared his throat, eyebrows shooting up as he glanced at the other; “ you what ? ” he asked, furrowing his brow. “ that … why are you telling me this, exactly ? ”

[wolfievic-blog]

“i helped deliver a baby today. twins, actually.” it had been a long morning until they were born, but it had definely been a first for her and while she was tired she still felt amazed. “I don’t know, i guess i just feel a bit thrilled.”

[wolfievic-blog]

aksel stuffed his hands into his pockets. the hood over his head kept snow from getting into his hair, but it didn’t stop the cold that chilled him to the bone. “congrats, at least you’re not an idiot. there’s no point in getting up. life is just all of us falling down over and over until we eventually decide not to get back up and finally give up.”

victoria almost scoffed at his words. it was almost ridiculous. but she was very good at not showing her discontent. however, she was stuck between proving the boy wrong and getting back up, or staying there as to not fall back and prove him right. it was 50/50, but god it was cold on the ground she had to get up. so carefully, she did so, almost struggling. “then why are you up?” she started, as she got upright and made sure she wasn’t about to slip again, and looked at him. “if you say we’re going to fall down again?”

[akselhaddock]

open starter ;

he didn’t want to be here. that was his prevailing thought every second aksel spent in this new world. he didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to be anywhere. and yet, here he was stuck, until the school or his parents gave up on him. whichever came first. noticing someone to his left, he turned his gaze and watched them slip and fall quite fantastically into the snow.

“wow, graceful, aren’t ya?” he began, tone dry. “don’t even bother getting up, you’ll probably just fall again.”

[wolfievic-blog]

victoria didn’t mind snow, in fact she found the sight quiet beautiful. what wasn’t beautiful was how slippery it could be, and how painful the fall was. she was hoping no one had seen her, until a voice came out apparently out of nowhere and she turned to look at the boy. “and i suppose there’s no way you’d help me up,” she mumbled, a bit embarrased as she only sat up. 

[wintersloane-blog]

her eyes darted to the paper across from her. one of her special skills was being able to read perfectly upside down. (it used to be one of the perks of being a ghost, which was being able to turn your whole body upside down). “that’s not how you’re supposed to do it, y’know,” jules commented quietly enough that it wouldn’t disturb anyone else in the library, but loud enough for the person across from her to hear. “you forgot a step.” 

[wolfievic-blog]

the previously white sheet before her was filled with signs and numbers. a book with a print of a periodict table at her side. victoria wasn’t the greatest at things involving numbers, she was better at simply learning the informationg. however, it wasn’t like she’d just half ass her assignment. she had finished writing the answer when she realized she had just been spoken to. “i’m sorry?” she blinked, to help herself adjust to looking at a person instead of a bunch of numbers. “what? where?”

[bigdbieste]

“I’ve done some soul searching, and I think that ranch dressing is my favourite food.”

[wolfievic-blog]

“So you would just eat a bowl of ranch? Nothing else?”