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❛❛ HER RETURN ❜❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Upon the screen wrote one month, the family of Sophia Stilinski stood on the porch of the Stilinski house waiting for the arrival of the witch.
Home, everyone would know the truth. It had come to the moment she most feared, they were watching the events of these past few months.
Sophia didn't know if she could handle it, handle watching Boyd - She couldn't
Chris Argent's car pulled to a stop, allowing the witch to exit the car. Meeting the eyes of her twin, a squeal passed her lips before launching towards his arms. There was a slight rock, the joy appeared on both of their lips"you grew your hair out" her hand ruffled the longer strands, the joy lit upon her glossed lips.
Malia had to admit, he looked - attractive which sort of terrified her.
Stiles' eyes examined the girl, "You look - different" Her hair had been styled different, a slight curl to them, he had never seen her wear something similar to that style and the witch just seemed - brighter.
France was her saving grace, she wasn't the solution, the problem, the town witch. She was Sophia who adored the art and the music that France offered.
"Perhaps i could talk you one day" Elijah's voice brought her attention, their hands entwined and his lips brought to her own
"I would like that."
Noah shooed his son, holding his light after a period of darkness "What he means to say, is you look beautiful."
Sophia shrugged, "I know i do"
A small chuckle passed Noah's lips, a kiss placed on her hair line "You go unpack with Stiles's help" Sophia's eyebrow raised "while he watches" the Stilinski boy took her suitcase moving up the stairs "thank you Chris"
"Any day kid" the screech of her brothers voice left the girl to leave the father on the porch who stood unaware of the grandfather Chris Argent was to the girl.
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In the car the three girls were in the simple car, two by forced "It is not a triple date! It's a group thing." eye contact was shared between the huntress and witch. Neither wanted to be here, forced to go to a group date with boys from the lacrosse team.
