The Gifted And The Hunted

Meet The Family

In the New Orleans French Quarter, in the early fall, the atmosphere in Mrs. Desdouleur's Home for The Gifted is light and airy, a house full of slumbering teenagers, resting at the end of a very long week of classes. Young witches and warlocks learning and striving to be better, to gain knowledge and become even stronger than ever before. This particular morning, one young woman has risen up earlier than the rest. With the sun shining and heat rising, only about eight o'clock in the morning, soft music could be heard in the kitchen, playing from an old radio that, just a few weeks back, had bee repaired in the garage. Soft humming followed the words playing on the radio, the quiet padding of feet against the tile floor thumping as lean legs danced about.

Naomi LaMontagne, with her fair skin, and beautiful blonde locks tied up in a messy bun, a twenty year old enchantress in the running to become the next supreme witch, was bustling about the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the slumbering patrons still asleep in their bedrooms on the floor above her. The smell of coffee, eggs, bacon, ham, pancakes, and muffins could be trailed all throughout the house, the small buffet laid out on the counter to entice sleepy magicians as they shuffled their way into the kitchen. Her apple green eyes surveyed her handiwork while she continued in her efforts, trying to finish up before the hoard awakened and began to bombard her, eating all the food before it was even finished.

A soft sigh left the blond woman's lips as she flipped another pancake, only to be startled by a loud ring that sounded out from her cell phone laying on the island countertop. Blinking in surprise and taking a moment to calm down, she set down the spatula and picked it up, noting name displayed across the caller ID. The woman couldn't help the grin stretching across her lips. Without another moment wasted, the French woman answered, her Cajun accent prominent, though not quite as prominent as the Scottish one that had come through from the other end of the line.

" Fin? Is that really you calling me?" The woman had asked in surprise. A laugh rang out over the line as she heard a feminine voice respond through the receiver.

"So you haven't forgotten about l'il ol' me, have ya now love?" Naomi could only grin at the words alone, so wide that it made her cheeks ache. Oh, how she had missed this girl deeply. Finley used to live with them here just under three years ago. She had initially come seeking to have better control of her powers, and she had for the most part, but during that time she had become family. But her home back in Scotland had needed her. Some incidents had happened and Finley was called back, much to Naomi's dismay. The fiery redhead was one of her best friends. How could they not be? Especially with the matching tattoo they had received together; a trinity tattoo for Finley, Amelia, and Naomi herself, representing their sisterhood.

"How could I with that accent? It's almost impossible for me to miss it." Though she missed the girl across the ocean from her she couldn't so much as dare to frown. "How is home? Miss the states yet?" A scoff had come through that made the blonde chuckle. Finley's tone had changed to one of annoyance, which, with her accent, had become quite amusing.

"Yer one t' talk, Are you kiddin' me? I wish I was livin' with ye now. Anatoly is a pain in the arse, and my mother is makin' me want to rip out m' hair. The woman is a menace, I tell yah." Rolling her eyes, the blonde flipped another pancake as she continued to listen to her ranting friend. She definitely knew how mothers could be. Her own mother, if she could even call her that, drove her up the damn wall.

" You don't have to tell me twice, Cher. I know what you mean. Cordelia is just trouble. I don't even want to deal with her." A grunt of agreement came from the other end as she stated her own problems. Most didn't know that about Naomi and her mother, believing the woman was dead, but to Naomi she was very much alive, even if she was dead to her. With an annoyed huff purely at the thought of the woman, she placed the last pancake on the tray. With a snap of her fingers the food had begun to float, soaring through the air to land upon the dining table, setting it up neatly. It was then that she began to hear the first signs of the others waking. The house was finally coming back to life. The sound of cursing coming through the receiver almost made Naomi jump, distracted by the noise the others had began to make. Finley's voice broke through with quite apparent annoyance, and a hint of sadness.