[Mostly because it's really nice not to be in a school run by her dad, and with everyone knowing the school is run by her dad. She's just another student at Tulane, and she's relishing the attempt to simply be herself.
It's nice.]
From what I've heard, you've been on a lot of road trips.
("She's good people," Lizzie says, confidently, mouthing a thank you.
Everyone takes their places, Bonnie and Josie closest to Alice in proximity, everyone else paired off, Hope grounding Danny, sitting cross-legged behind him. Bonnie begins her chant for balance, grabbing Josie's hand.
(Bonnie, 8, still smarting from her magic rearrangeement. Hope, 9, concentrating more for Danny than the integrity of the spell. Lizzie nat 20) )
[Josie too attempts to hold it steady (9), but her magic is not her own, so she's just trying to channel in the power and hope for the best.
But in the end, it all comes down to Danny. And Danny, as good as his intentions are, is not in a great place and it comes out through the magic, unfortunately (1). The second the ritual begins, he feels his confidence plummet out from under him.
He can feel Lizzie's determination and support buoying him, but it's more than he deserves, since this isn't supposed to be him. It was never supposed to be him. How can he be so self-centered to think that he's the person his people need? Just because he's the last resort? Just because they have no other choice.
This should have been Bridget and in this moment he misses his sister so much that he can feel a tear leaking from the corner of his eye. He misses his parents, who should have been here to support him. He tries to swallow the sadness back and focus on the matter at hand, but the ritual tips, and he can hear himself floundering.
He reaches for the power, the part that's supposed to come to him easily, and his fingers slip against the edges of the spell. His fingers scramble, trying to maintain his grip. And before he can right himself, something else is there, suddenly, something dark and clawing and prepared to tear him away, to keep him from stealing what someone else feels belongs to them.
The spectre comes at him, clawing at his shirt, his shoulders, attempting to pull him back and keep him from moving forward. He tries to summon some of the power Sierra gave him to push back, but without the confidence to wield it, it doesn't come. The spectre pushes back again, and the one hand he had clinging to the edges of the spell pulls, tearing back the corner like a jagged edge.
And the magic doesn't come to him, it starts to run like a garden hose, gushing out into the world, and the minute it combines with the magic of the ritual, Danny knows this is going to go too wrong.
The two powers collide, and everything blows outward in a band of white.]
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She steps back to let them both in, and Isaac is still squinting at her, because he does not know why she's important. Danny sighs.
"She's Lizzie's roommate. And an Earp."
Isaac blinks blankly (7).]
Is that supposed to mean something?
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( She gives 'He means well,' eyes to the group. )
Hey girls.
( She pulls Hope in for a hug and then Josie next. )
How's college life?
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[Mostly because it's really nice not to be in a school run by her dad, and with everyone knowing the school is run by her dad. She's just another student at Tulane, and she's relishing the attempt to simply be herself.
It's nice.]
From what I've heard, you've been on a lot of road trips.
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( "You brought Isaac," Lizzie says, giving her a playful look. )
Isaac came with me. We brought friends of his but they aren't here. Speaking of who is here --
( "Isaac," Lizzie says again. )
This is everyone, right? Is everything ready, Danny?
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[He looks back over the setup and the candles one last time before turning back to the witches around him, plus their special guests.]
All we have to do is cast it.
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[She knows how this goes. She gives them all a thumbs up as she shifts her shotgun up onto her shoulder.]
You focus on your spell stuff. I got this.
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( "She's good people," Lizzie says, confidently, mouthing a thank you.
Everyone takes their places, Bonnie and Josie closest to Alice in proximity, everyone else paired off, Hope grounding Danny, sitting cross-legged behind him. Bonnie begins her chant for balance, grabbing Josie's hand.
(Bonnie, 8, still smarting from her magic rearrangeement. Hope, 9, concentrating more for Danny than the integrity of the spell. Lizzie nat 20) )
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But in the end, it all comes down to Danny. And Danny, as good as his intentions are, is not in a great place and it comes out through the magic, unfortunately (1). The second the ritual begins, he feels his confidence plummet out from under him.
He can feel Lizzie's determination and support buoying him, but it's more than he deserves, since this isn't supposed to be him. It was never supposed to be him. How can he be so self-centered to think that he's the person his people need? Just because he's the last resort? Just because they have no other choice.
This should have been Bridget and in this moment he misses his sister so much that he can feel a tear leaking from the corner of his eye. He misses his parents, who should have been here to support him. He tries to swallow the sadness back and focus on the matter at hand, but the ritual tips, and he can hear himself floundering.
He reaches for the power, the part that's supposed to come to him easily, and his fingers slip against the edges of the spell. His fingers scramble, trying to maintain his grip. And before he can right himself, something else is there, suddenly, something dark and clawing and prepared to tear him away, to keep him from stealing what someone else feels belongs to them.
The spectre comes at him, clawing at his shirt, his shoulders, attempting to pull him back and keep him from moving forward. He tries to summon some of the power Sierra gave him to push back, but without the confidence to wield it, it doesn't come. The spectre pushes back again, and the one hand he had clinging to the edges of the spell pulls, tearing back the corner like a jagged edge.
And the magic doesn't come to him, it starts to run like a garden hose, gushing out into the world, and the minute it combines with the magic of the ritual, Danny knows this is going to go too wrong.
The two powers collide, and everything blows outward in a band of white.]