The Witching Hour | ✎

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a/n: second chapter here we go! will try to get an update schedule going, too. what days are best?

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"Callisto," Nathaniel started, voice low, " — not surprised to see you bullying the younger students."

Callie's eye twitched.

She wasn't about to explode in the way Moone had been inclined to — she'd just berated the witch for it — but it was hard to keep herself under wraps when it came to Gaumont. Despite the cold, accusative expression on his face, he looked disgustingly angelic. Soft, wavy blonde hair framed a strong face, whose unnervingly bright eyes were currently staring daggers into Callie's face.

Hell, she hated it.

"Nathaniel," Callie replied, " — not surprised to see you're still an asshole our last year of school."

She'd managed to avoid him for three blissful weeks. And all of it had come to a crashing stop because of the scuffle between sophomores.

Should've let them just expose us in front of the entire school, Callie mused.

"Mind getting off Evie's case, here, and let the rest of us enjoy a quiet lunch?" He cocked a brow. Over his shoulder, Callie spied his table, where Gaumont's right hand, Gabriel Lockhart, and a group of other semi-familiar nephilim assholes happily watched the altercation.

"I will," Callie started, having decided to take the difficult route the second he entered the conversation, " — the moment Evie apologizes to Moone."

Behind Callie, Siobhan puffed up her chest and nodded along to her words. Because they'd been friends for so long, Neema could sense where this was heading. She touched the edge of Callie's sleeve, drawing her attention from Nathaniel's stupid face.

Library incident, Neema mouthed, then drew a finger over her throat. It was a clear enough gesture — if Headmistress Stentz caught hold of Callie causing yet another commotion, she would have a hard time continuing her studies at Stoneport.

Callie knew all that, yet logic seemed to fly out of the window the second Nathaniel's dorky face came into the equation.

"I'm sure Evie would never behave so crassly to another student," Nathaniel continued, casually tucking his thumbs into the front pocket of his jeans, " — would you, Evie?"

Bright shook her head, blonde curls swinging wildly.

"There." Nathaniel smiled, "Seems like the mistake was yours."

Callie dug her nails into her palms, felt pain bloom as she gritted her teeth.

Library incident, library incident, library incident — she chanted, attempting to keep her temper under wraps. Sensing Callisto's thoughts, Neema was the one to step in.

"Like you'd know, when we were to ones to clean up your mess." Neema raised one slim brow, " — perhaps you would rather thank us than apologize?"

A cold smile spread over Gaumont's face.

"Over my dead body, Lenore."

"That can be arranged," Callie supplied, relaxing her tense fists. Crescent-shaped marks lined her palms, now, and so she stuffed them in the pockets of her trousers.

"I'd like to see you try, Karr."

Callie scoffed, "I wouldn't have to try."

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Nathaniel raised an unimpressed brow.