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[ghostlighter]

[Enter the Griever! As always, the blond hair, glowing red eyes and echo-y voice pretty much guarantee you won't recognize him as Chris. He appears with some momentum, and smacks into the wall of the ballroom. A hand is at his side, where some green blood seeps slowly through his fingers. He looks pretty incredulous.]

Who actually gives a little girl a sniper—?! [Realization dawns!] ...rifle. [He knocks his head back against the wall. Guess who just discovered his merge with Henrietta?] You've got to be kidding.

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[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Frowns; she's not one to give up.] Can I at least try? If it starts to hurt you can just... Smack my hand away or something.

[ghostlighter]

[He shifts a little and slowly pulls his hand away.] Knock yourself out.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[A wry smirk.] Be careful what you wish for. [Witchcraft is a go, and hay thar, it's working.]

[ghostlighter]

[He smirks a little back, then watches.] How...?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[A smile!] Never underestimate the power of a witch who knows what she's doing.

And there, you're all healed up. Didn't even leave a scar.

[ghostlighter]

[Wait. Witch?] ... thanks.

I've never heard of a witch who could heal like that before.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Really? Well, I am a bit more powerful than some other witches, I guess. [More like strongest witch in the western hemisphere, but Chris doesn't need to know that.]

[ghostlighter]

Uh... if you say so. [He doesn't really believe that, though, considering his family is made up of the four strongest witches in history. Sorry, Willow.]

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Let me guess, you know some witches of your own?

[ghostlighter]

Good guess. [Will be shifting and standing now, since it seems kind of awkward to just be sitting there.]

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

How do they cast? Is it wordless, like mine, or...? Can they fly?

[ghostlighter]

[Headshake.] They have active powers, but... they use spoken spells, like poems. And although I've never seen it myself, flying could be an active power, yeah.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

I see... I'd really like to speak to them. [She smiles.] Witch to witch. However, I don't suppose you can bring them here, can you?

[ghostlighter]

... uh. No. Even if I could, we haven't spoken in a while. Sorry.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...guess who has been watching with a dark expression.]

[ghostlighter]

[...?]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....hugs her violin case and glares over Willow's head in no particular direction]

She's a witch.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah...?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You never said if your family was. Were they?

[ghostlighter]

[... long pause. Noncommittal shrug.]

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Ah... Something wrong?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[GUH DOES NOT WANT.] ...no, signorina.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

That expression and your tone of voice says otherwise. [Sighs a bit.] It's the 'witch' word, isn't it? Seems that stigma still exists...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't care about that. [Not looking at Willow.]

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Then why are you looking at me like you want to hurl a dagger at my head? [So ready with a barrier spell if that's the case.]