Good Witch, Bad Witch

Lady Anastasia rested her hand gracefully on his that was on her leg and looked around with him, sensing his hostility when Margaret walked in.

Mitchell: My throat let out a groggy growl towards Margaret as I intensly stared at her.
Margaret: "Hello Lady Anastasia." I said grabbing a small drink of water looking up and looking at her in the eyes.

Lady Anastasia smiled a smile that could be taken as genuine or one that said she didn't really care, but was trying to be polite. "Hello, Margaret."

Margaret: I looked over at Mitchell for the first time. "Do you really think you can just leave?" I asked according to the last time I spoke to him a few months ago as he left me with a few fractures to near death.
Mitchell: "Yes I did, and so I did." I said smiling. I wanted to go over there and finish the job but not now not with Anastasia.

Anastasia: I watched the two and tightened my grip on Mitchell's hand.

Mitchell: I gripped Anastasia's leg a little harder.
Margaret: I looked at him with pure daggers. "You could have let me die there." I told him harshly. "That was your plan in the first place." I said agrily.
Mitchell: "I couldn't let you die." I mumbled.
Margaret: "Why not?"
Mitchell: "Because Margaret! Do you really think I want to kill you. Someone like you should be here with me and Anastasia. This is your true side." I tell her clamy.
Margaret: "I have no use in the evil side Mitchell and you know that."
Mitchell: I sighed. "Well it's either die someday or be with us and live a lifetime." I told her getting angry again.

Anastasia: I rubbed Mitchell's hand and looked at Margaret, knowing the two siblings did not know what to do, wishing I could help.

Margaret: "Besides Mitchell, even though you're my brother, doesn't mean I am going to hold back when killing you." I told him smiling.
Mitchell: My body started to shake with anger. I couldn't believe her. Sparks were a sign of magic and it was going fast through me. The hand that wasn't with Anastasia's started to glow blue sparks.
Margaret: I saw the blue sparks form the bottom of the table and I prepared myself for a duel by sparking my hands with pure green.

Lady Anastasia: I watched the two I turned to Mitchell. I didn't want a fight to ensue, so I grabbed his head and turned it to me, looking in his eyes.

Mitchell: I looked into her eyes focusing hard. I could feel my tense going away. I calmed down and closed my eyes lightly.
Margaret: I calmed down as I saw Mitchell release his power and calmed down too. I took another sip of my drink and smiled at Anastasia.
Mitchell: I looked into her eyes again and smiled calmly and reasuringly that I wasn't going to fight.

Anastasia: I smiled and gave a slight nod at Margaret and then turned to Mitchell and kissed him softly.

Mitchell: I kissed her back a little harder and backed away smiling. "You ruin my evil mood." I mumbled at her smiling.

Margaret: I smiled again wondering if she has thought about bringing him over to our side in a while.

Anastasia: I bit my lip and smiled. "What can I say?" I said and put the thought that I had heard from Margaret into the back of my brain.

Mitchell: I smiled back at her and looked at Margaret again. "Next time sister, I will be waiting."
Margaret: I noddded gacefully, "Till the next time we meet." I said getting up and leaving the tavern.

Anastasia: I patted his hand and looked at him.

Shannon
There'd been a knock at the door only a few minutes ago, but I'd been busy and Carlton had taken the boys fishing. After I finished my cleaning, I opened the door cautiously--I always had to take precautions, in case it was a witch hunt--a witch hunt for me, such a ridiculous thought!--and stared ahead at the beautiful scenery. There was no one there. Perhaps They thought no one was home, and continued on their way. No with hunters would just leave, they would burn my home to the ground, and my home was still intact. That was a good sign, at least. The boys wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so I put on my coat and headed out to the tavern; it was always so busy at this time of night.

Lord Asterby raised an eyebrow at the trio of people at another table. The last thing this town needed was showy Magicks with no self-control. He sighed and turned to Petronilla.

"I have some business to attend to this night, my Pet," he said, placing a possessive hand on her shoulder, "Don't be surprised if I am not back on the morrow." With that, he stood up and left the table.

He deposited a few coins, enough to pay for his and Petronilla's food and drink, on the front counter. Then, without so much as a 'farewell', he slipped quietly out of the tavern.

Charlotte:
I scoop up the coins and tuck them away.


Is it alright if I make another person?

((I would assume so...))

Petronilla got up and walked over to the front counter. She sat on one of the bar stools. "Hello, Charlotte," she greeted.

((Is it alright if Petronilla (or "Nilla") and Charlotte are friends?))

Margaret: I smiled as I saw Lord Asterby come out of the tavern. "Well good evening Lord Asterby."

Lord Asterby inclined his head and smiled in greeting, "Good evening, Margaret. I trust you're doing well."

((Yes, its alright. Charlotte needs something to do besides fret, drool, clean, and throw knives at people.))
Charlotte:
I smile. "Hello, Petronilla."

alysonpaige wrote:Anastasia: I patted his hand and looked at him.

Mitchell: I smiled loosly as I looked into her eyes again and kissed her lightly. "You really need to come back so we can destroy any good witch out there, this small world would be much better off with confused witches or warlocks. People like you and me, we are perfect and other cannot stop us." I tell her looking around seeing that Lord Asterby left. Good another person whom I dislike gone, he was always in the way with him stupid, insignificant pet.

Anastasia: I smile. "I'll think about it, you know you are very tempting."

Mitchell: I smiled crockedly at her comment. "Yes I do know. I want you to join me." I tell her again. "Would you be evry tempted if I told you, Anastasia, you would be the most feared person alive." I tell her putting my hand on her cheek, snapping a vision inside her head of us ruling Europe if she decides to join me in my offer.