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It was all so strange. Evangeline had been thrown into a whole new life and everyone expected her to be well adjusted. On the outside, she was poised and virtuous, graceful and happy and adjusting just fine. But on the inside...
Her mind races, her shoes clicking on the hardwood as she paces around her room. Tonight, she leaves her coven and returns to Olympus. Tonight she has a date.
She met the boy during her introduction week. Hecate's priestesses showed her around New Orleans, taught her the history of both mortal and immortal witches, and introduced her to the last remaining covens.
That's how she met Christian Beckham, a seventeen-year-old warlock with a hungry energy and a thirst for knowledge. He knew everything Evangeline knew and more, he showed her all the tricks he learned to harness his power.
Christian is black coffee and bay windows, storm clouds and fresh cut grass.
Violet and Belle stalked into the room, utterly eager to see Evangeline's outfit, only to discover that she still is not ready. Belle pouts, her age showing through her mannerisms. She is the youngest of them all, only eleven. Violet, on the other hand, rolls her eyes and rips open the antique wardrobe.
"You know, you really suck at this whole dating thing," Violet says. "Why aren't you dressed yet?"
Evangeline nips at her perfectly manicured nails. Another thing she wasn't used to yet. "I'm not going."
Belle pouts even harder. "No, you have to go!"
"I don't have to do anything. I don't want to go so I simply won't."
Stubborn as always, that girl. Violet pauses for a moment and takes in the girls appearance. It becomes clear what this is all about.
Violet scoffs. "Don't tell me this is about you-know-who, Evangeline. Gods, it's been, what, eight months? It's time you move on and set your sights on someone else. Literally anyone else."
The girl sighs. She collapses on her bed, picking up a pillow and hugging it to her chest. This seemed to be a recurring topic, and she picked up the habit as a way to unconsciously comfort herself.
"What if I'm not ready? What if I go and make a complete fool of myself?"
Violet sits next to her, "Then you make a fool of yourself. Listen, if that boy really likes you as much as he says he does, none of your past should affect that."
