Good Witch, Bad Witch

may I join?

yeah

Charlotte:
"Thank you."

Lady Anastasia smiled and sat down at a table, not too far away from the man in the corner and she still eyed him.

Lord Asterby, sitting in the corner, raised his head to look at the young woman who had sat down near him. His eyes were hidden in shadow, but a chilling smile graced his lips.



As one of the maids helped her into her corset and simple frock, Petronilla asked the servant if the lord had been home during the night. The maid shook her head and said, "No, Milady, his Lordship wasna' in at'oll las' nigh'. But he left a note fer ye in the breakfas' room."

Petronilla descended the stairs and walked into the breakfast room, her shoes click-clacking on the tiled floor. "I was told Peter left a note for me," she said to the cook. The cook gestured with her wooden spoon to a scrap of parchment on the counter. Petronilla recognized Lord Asterby's messy scrawl: We will be taking breakfast in town today. Please meet me in the tavern.

Lady Anastasia sipped her drink slowly, wincing at first at the strength of the ale.

Name: Lady Margaret
Sex: f
Age: 26
Good Witch or Evil Witch: good
Appearance: (preferably more than one line; pictures are fine too):
Personality: bubbly, happy, loves to protect those she loves especially her brother Lord Mitchell even though he is evil. She is dominant to those who should listen to her. She is a leader.
Bio: Her brother Mitchell and her have been bound to keep witch and warlock lives underground and have been trained by father to do so but due to recent events by her brother she believes nothing could change his mind.

Name: Lord Mitchell
Sex: M
Age: 30
Good Witch or Evil Witch: evil
Appearance: (preferably more than one line; pictures are fine too):
Personality: He is arrogant, conceded, he doesn't care about anyone but himself and he gets a joy in killing comoners or just normal people. He gets a joy out of torture and he hates his sister who is good.
Bio: Him and his sister were both in training from their father who was a good warlock who loved to take care of his family and other people around him. But Mitchell never found the reason to stay hidden or to use his powers good. Once he tried his powers over to an evil side then he became addicted to evil doings such as torture and death. He has been trying to retrieve his sister from the good side and show her the ways of the evil but so far it's a dead end. So he has had orders to search and destroy thoughs of the good side, especially to kill his sister Lady Margaret.

Charlotte:
The man at the first table wakes up and leaves, so I go to clean up the table.

Petronilla left Asterby mansion without in escort and wandered into the heart of the town, greeting townsfolk as she went. When she strolled into the tavern, she raised an eyebrow at the hooded man in the corner. That was probably Peter. She sighed and went over to him.

"Here I am," she said, sitting down, "I believe you owe me breakfast."

"Of course, my Pet," the man said, lowering his hood, "Anything you desire." He called a barmaid over and ordered the finest breakfast on the menu, which wasn't very fine but was generally good food.

(how can I jump in?)

Anastasia saw the woman sit down beside the man in the corner and a grimace settled onto her face, only fueling her drinking more. She called the barmaid over and ordered the same drink.

(I think all the characters are in a tavern, so yours could wander in for a drink or a meal.)

Petronilla cast a glance around the room and saw a woman grimacing and drinking. "Darling," she said, looking back at Lord Asterby, "You're being grimaced at."

Lord Asterby merely shrugged and said, "They can grimace all they want," before tucking into his meal.

Charlotte:
I hear the lady asking for a drink. I comply, but what I give her is considerably lighter. I think shell regret it if she ends up getting drunk.

Lady Anastasia sipped the drink and took it away from her mouth and looked at it, immediately knowing it was different, but mentally thank the girl for the lighter drink.

Mitchell: The rain came down on my head as I walked into the tavern to get dry. I didn't look at the faces that stared at me.

"Well, I'm going to go speak with her," Petronilla decided, "See who she is." With that she stood up and walked over to the woman. "Hello," she said cordially, "My name is Petronilla. Who might you be?"

Lady Anastasia peered up at the young woman. "Pleasure to meet you, Petronilla. I am Lady Anastasia Devereux."

Charlotte:
I nod to the man who comes in. "Can I help you?" I ask.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Devereux," Petronilla said, "I suppose, in keeping with propriety, I should introduce myself by my title, as well. I'm Lady Asterby."

Lady Anastasia smiled. "Would you like to join me?"

Mitchell: I looked at her intently. "No thank you madam." I said looking arund seeing other friendly and curious and recognizable faces.

"It would be an honor," Petronilla smiled, seating herself. For someone so young, she had the manners and politeness expected of a Lady. She had been taught well after her marriage. "I don't believe I've seen you around before," Petronilla tried to make conversation, "Were you born into high-blood or have you married into it?"

Mitchell: I silently watched the people that sat at a table in a corner. I enjoyed listneing into their conversation.

As Lord Asterby finished his meal, he kept a careful eye on Mitchell.