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PurpleBox · Posted 06-13-2018, 12:55 AM

The yellow eyes on the snake man widened in surprise when the random girl with black and white had walked into the shop and spoke. He sensed no lies, no tricks….he narrowed his eyes slightly. “That can all be arranged… but what are you planning for sexy witch?” his tone was curious and how he said sexy witch was how someone would call their friend a nickname, no heat behind the words. Vert shifted threw the papers he had pulled out before to show prices to HannaBelle.

“Her bike is in need of many things to fix it… she did a decent job magicking the parts of it when she first got it herself… but the enchantments aren’t sticking, if the part is still good we just renew the enchantment, like i said the enchantments not sticking and in a way that’s what’s running her bike to the bolts.” He fished out a piece of paper and used a blue highlighter to highlight the parts and their prices that where needed, in his mind Vert was rounding numbers and thinking of any discounts he could apply. The dwarf that ran this part of the school was known for being greedy… but he was good with his work… so one had to be careful when asking him to fix something.

Once everything was handled Vert still looked at the strange women with curious yellow eyes. “You are new here...and doing something like this for the most underrated and powerful witch at this school…. Why?” again no heat behind his words just genuine curiosity. Behind him his tail flicked lazily in thought. A loud crash behind them in the garages made him wince as a angry loud voice began to shout at the students that had likely dropped something important.
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HannaBelle was finishing off her coffee as she walked into her first class, today it was potions and their theoretical effects on humans, magic beings and the environment. The teacher was a witch dressed in hippie like clothing, extremely long hair in dreadlocks that had vines and flowers braided and growing in the matted hair.

“Greetings child of the sky.” The teachers airy voice greeted HannaBelle who rolled her eyes.

“Afternoon Madam Tenzky.” HannaBelle sat at a table with a cauldron at the front of the class, pulling out her notes form the last class, they were working on adapting a hair growth potion that could work on a dying plant. Both would need to stimulate growth but one revitilated hair cells and the other rejuvenated dead plant cells. Science and magic where more closely linked then humans gave them credit for.

The teacher grinned. “Still not embracing your spirit animal Miss Owens? I to was not happy with my spirit shape when i first attained it… who ever heard of a witch with a otter as a shifted form? Then it began to make sense when my love of the environment came to bloom.” The teacher smiled wistfully. Not all witches had spirit forms or spirit animals… and HannaBelle just wished that she’d gotten a cat like her mentor, would have been easier and expected… not a feathery mess of a raven that she’d turned into that one time… and very few times since.

Other students began to pour in, the bubbly blonde witch from the potion house smiled and waved at HannaBelle who blushed and hesitantly waved back. People began to seat themselves where their partners for the class would be and HannaBelle had been paired with a very Gothic looking warlock who was clumsy...you wouldn't think it by looking at him… but he was always dropping things and then apologizing like there was no tomorrow.

“Albert.” She greeted the tired looking man.

“HannaBelle….what were we supposed to do for homework again? I can’t remember if it was another theory paragraph or a full on essay about the potion….” he trailed off as he slumped into his seat and the redheaded witch sighed.

“Both… but they are not due yet you lazy buzzard.” She said and he snorted. He was a fellow feathered magic user...it was one of the reasons she put up with him.

Soon the classroom was full of potion vapours and some of the more elite students where covering their noses when theri potions made bad smells. They’d forgotten to put in the daisy seeds before the lizard shavings….amiture mistake in HannaBelle’s opintion.
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Just once… once HannaBelle would like to not be covered in her potions work...Albert had yet again spilled the sample of their brew on her when he was taking it up to the professor with the other students before the end of class… now she smelt like flowers and overly sweet perfume that made her feel ill.

“Shouldn’t you know anti tripping and anti spilling spells by now! For Hecate’s sake you attended a spellementary school for warlocks…. And i was taught by a old women at the end of the block!” HannaBelle spat at Albert who was, again, apologizing to the angry red head.

“We have a spare this block you have a chance to change right?” Albert's voice was high pitched in embarrassment over spilling something again, HannaBelle scoffed, grumbling angrily to herself as she marched towards the campus locker rooms, mostly used by students in the sports programs or those who used the gym equipment a lot, but the average student could rent a locker for thirty minutes to change wash up and other things.

Albert hurried off to give the fumign witch some space… while she didnt come from a magically inclined family, HannaBelle was oddly high on the power scale, even if she was good at little bits of everything.

Hurrying herself she cleaned herself up with some magic and some mortal means she didn’t want to be late for her history class. On her pale and freckled hip rest a tattoo that depicted the alchemical wheel of elements and runes.
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Oliver was bored… he loved his younger siblings but they were so repetitive sometimes… he’d been told by his mother to pick up his youngest siblings who both had gained their shifted form, a mouse and a lizard….and she’d told him to keep a eye out for the tricky twins that had gained their forms, and now Oliver was walking back home with a horned Lizard on his shoulder and holding a plump mouse in his hands, no one on their block even looked twice as they would easily recognize Oliver and assume the assorted animals were his siblings.

“You two need to stop running off during class… you nearly gave mom a heart attack, what a way for her to find out you two have your forms.. Finally… now everyone in the house has their forms again, until Aunt Immagine gives birth to her little one.” The mouse nuzzled his fingers, whiskers poking out between tattooed fingers had Oliver snorting.

Once they got home Oliver handed the pair, in their humans forms to his mother who was scolding them, orange ears and a tail to match had popped out of her hair and back in addition to her youngest children pulling a prank like that.

“Maybe i’ll have better luck at the club down the street… the bar is getting pretty dry in the pickings…” Oliver mutters to himself as he ran a hand through his hair… the hangover had not been the only thing that had made sleeping difficult for him… he remembered little of the dreams… but the smell. Oh that odd yet unique smell that he remembered from the human, Ryan… it unsettled him that he remembered the others scent out of all the things….

Sighing again he leaned into the kitchen to tell his mom that he was going out, she just waved him off before he grabbed his wallet and began the walk to the club. It was five blocks away but it was worth it to get into a all magic club, no humans allowed meant that they would serve the drinks that could kill a human if they didn’t know what they were ordering. Also it meant that beings that worm glamors could shed them and be themselves more.

Oliver wouldn't need to worry if he lost control and slipped out some fangs if someone pissed him off, it would be allowed as long as he actually didn’t bite the person.
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During lunch HannaBelle went to the mechanic shop on campus again and checked with Very , surprised to hear that someone. “She had black and white hair…. Markings under her lip and a strange air about her… she didn’t give a name but she paid for a full refitting of your bike with the best quality parts… that means that you won’t have to get the enchantments reset as often...and it will actually fly properly now too once everything is set in place.” Vert explained looking over the paper with all the information. HannaBelle’s hazel eyes were wide.

“WHo the fu-....” she trailed off and stuffed her hand into her bag to pull out the black card with the strange shimmery letters her eyes lingering on the number…. And biting her lip she thanked Vert before going off to find a bench to sit on.

Dialing the number she spoke as soon as the call was picked up. “You paid for my bike to be fixed…. Why.” simple but blunt.

PurpleBox Ho! Miscreant!			#13
	The yellow eyes on the snake man widened in surprise when the random girl with black and white had walked into the shop and spoke. He sensed no lies, no tricks….he narrowed his eyes slightly. “That can all be arranged… but what are you planning for sexy witch?” his tone was curious and how he said sexy witch was how someone would call their friend a nickname, no heat behind the words. Vert shifted threw the papers he had pulled out before to show prices to HannaBelle. “Her bike is in need of many things to fix it… she did a decent job magicking the parts of it when she first got it herself… but the enchantments aren’t sticking, if the part is still good we just renew the enchantment, like i said the enchantments not sticking and in a way that’s what’s running her bike to the bolts.” He fished out a piece of paper and used a blue highlighter to highlight the parts and their prices that where needed, in his mind Vert was rounding numbers and thinking of any discounts he could apply. The dwarf that ran this part of the school was known for being greedy… but he was good with his work… so one had to be careful when asking him to fix something. Once everything was handled Vert still looked at the strange women with curious yellow eyes. “You are new here...and doing something like this for the most underrated and powerful witch at this school…. Why?” again no heat behind his words just genuine curiosity. Behind him his tail flicked lazily in thought. A loud crash behind them in the garages made him wince as a angry loud voice began to shout at the students that had likely dropped something important. ---------------- HannaBelle was finishing off her coffee as she walked into her first class, today it was potions and their theoretical effects on humans, magic beings and the environment. The teacher was a witch dressed in hippie like clothing, extremely long hair in dreadlocks that had vines and flowers braided and growing in the matted hair. “Greetings child of the sky.” The teachers airy voice greeted HannaBelle who rolled her eyes. “Afternoon Madam Tenzky.” HannaBelle sat at a table with a cauldron at the front of the class, pulling out her notes form the last class, they were working on adapting a hair growth potion that could work on a dying plant. Both would need to stimulate growth but one revitilated hair cells and the other rejuvenated dead plant cells. Science and magic where more closely linked then humans gave them credit for. The teacher grinned. “Still not embracing your spirit animal Miss Owens? I to was not happy with my spirit shape when i first attained it… who ever heard of a witch with a otter as a shifted form? Then it began to make sense when my love of the environment came to bloom.” The teacher smiled wistfully. Not all witches had spirit forms or spirit animals… and HannaBelle just wished that she’d gotten a cat like her mentor, would have been easier and expected… not a feathery mess of a raven that she’d turned into that one time… and very few times since. Other students began to pour in, the bubbly blonde witch from the potion house smiled and waved at HannaBelle who blushed and hesitantly waved back. People began to seat themselves where their partners for the class would be and HannaBelle had been paired with a very Gothic looking warlock who was clumsy...you wouldn't think it by looking at him… but he was always dropping things and then apologizing like there was no tomorrow. “Albert.” She greeted the tired looking man. “HannaBelle….what were we supposed to do for homework again? I can’t remember if it was another theory paragraph or a full on essay about the potion….” he trailed off as he slumped into his seat and the redheaded witch sighed. “Both… but they are not due yet you lazy buzzard.” She said and he snorted. He was a fellow feathered magic user...it was one of the reasons she put up with him. Soon the classroom was full of potion vapours and some of the more elite students where covering their noses when theri potions made bad smells. They’d forgotten to put in the daisy seeds before the lizard shavings….amiture mistake in HannaBelle’s opintion. ---------------- Just once… once HannaBelle would like to not be covered in her potions work...Albert had yet again spilled the sample of their brew on her when he was taking it up to the professor with the other students before the end of class… now she smelt like flowers and overly sweet perfume that made her feel ill. “Shouldn’t you know anti tripping and anti spilling spells by now! For Hecate’s sake you attended a spellementary school for warlocks…. And i was taught by a old women at the end of the block!” HannaBelle spat at Albert who was, again, apologizing to the angry red head. “We have a spare this block you have a chance to change right?” Albert's voice was high pitched in embarrassment over spilling something again, HannaBelle scoffed, grumbling angrily to herself as she marched towards the campus locker rooms, mostly used by students in the sports programs or those who used the gym equipment a lot, but the average student could rent a locker for thirty minutes to change wash up and other things. Albert hurried off to give the fumign witch some space… while she didnt come from a magically inclined family, HannaBelle was oddly high on the power scale, even if she was good at little bits of everything. Hurrying herself she cleaned herself up with some magic and some mortal means she didn’t want to be late for her history class. On her pale and freckled hip rest a tattoo that depicted the alchemical wheel of elements and runes. ----------------------- Oliver was bored… he loved his younger siblings but they were so repetitive sometimes… he’d been told by his mother to pick up his youngest siblings who both had gained their shifted form, a mouse and a lizard….and she’d told him to keep a eye out for the tricky twins that had gained their forms, and now Oliver was walking back home with a horned Lizard on his shoulder and holding a plump mouse in his hands, no one on their block even looked twice as they would easily recognize Oliver and assume the assorted animals were his siblings. “You two need to stop running off during class… you nearly gave mom a heart attack, what a way for her to find out you two have your forms.. Finally… now everyone in the house has their forms again, until Aunt Immagine gives birth to her little one.” The mouse nuzzled his fingers, whiskers poking out between tattooed fingers had Oliver snorting. Once they got home Oliver handed the pair, in their humans forms to his mother who was scolding them, orange ears and a tail to match had popped out of her hair and back in addition to her youngest children pulling a prank like that. “Maybe i’ll have better luck at the club down the street… the bar is getting pretty dry in the pickings…” Oliver mutters to himself as he ran a hand through his hair… the hangover had not been the only thing that had made sleeping difficult for him… he remembered little of the dreams… but the smell. Oh that odd yet unique smell that he remembered from the human, Ryan… it unsettled him that he remembered the others scent out of all the things…. Sighing again he leaned into the kitchen to tell his mom that he was going out, she just waved him off before he grabbed his wallet and began the walk to the club. It was five blocks away but it was worth it to get into a all magic club, no humans allowed meant that they would serve the drinks that could kill a human if they didn’t know what they were ordering. Also it meant that beings that worm glamors could shed them and be themselves more. Oliver wouldn't need to worry if he lost control and slipped out some fangs if someone pissed him off, it would be allowed as long as he actually didn’t bite the person. ------------------ During lunch HannaBelle went to the mechanic shop on campus again and checked with Very , surprised to hear that someone. “She had black and white hair…. Markings under her lip and a strange air about her… she didn’t give a name but she paid for a full refitting of your bike with the best quality parts… that means that you won’t have to get the enchantments reset as often...and it will actually fly properly now too once everything is set in place.” Vert explained looking over the paper with all the information. HannaBelle’s hazel eyes were wide. “WHo the fu-....” she trailed off and stuffed her hand into her bag to pull out the black card with the strange shimmery letters her eyes lingering on the number…. And biting her lip she thanked Vert before going off to find a bench to sit on. Dialing the number she spoke as soon as the call was picked up. “You paid for my bike to be fixed…. Why.” simple but blunt.
		Posted 06-13-2018, 12:55 AM