[Justine trails along the line of houses looking for one that will suit her needs. She hopes to find a small reasonable family home with a minimum of two bedrooms for her and one Harry Dresden. She doesn't know Dresden as well as his his brother but he's someone she can trust to keep her safe and it's a better option than attempting to live with a stranger.
Maybe they'll find people that they can trust to join them but Justine is uncertain. She's calm now but her moods have a way of getting away from her if she isn't careful and she doesn't want to accidentally hurt someone.
Her heels click along the stone pavements as she continues to make her way down the lovely set of homes. She has a small bag of clothes she'd purchase slung over one shoulder and is wearing the outfit that Ira had been kind enough to procure for her shortly upon her arrival.
She hesitates when she reaches a large screaming group of aristocrats and while she has no monster features, she does become an accidental by-standard of a magical down pour. Her hair plasters to her pale cheeks while her arms circle her torso. The group doesn't seem to notice or care that she'd been caught in the crossfire and there doesn't seen to be an easy way to dry off.]
b. SHOPPING
[The pad of her finger lightly trails over an ornate necklace she'd found at one of the stands.] This is beautiful. [Her lips shape into a warm smile as she lifts the glimmering stones, holding it in the palm of her hand. It likely isn't made out of an expensive material but it does look lovely against her pale complexion.]
How much is it? [She asks, looking up at the middle-aged woman manning the stand.
The proprietor looks thoughtful and then decides with a decisive nod of her head.] Show me a trick? I want to see some magic. You are a witch aren't you?
[The request causes Justine to hesitate. She is a witch, according the to Coven, but she isn't confident in her skills to be attempting something now. At the same time, she doesn't wish to relinquish the lovely piece in her palm.]
There isn't another way?
[Nope. The woman is adamant about seeing something spectacular.]
c. RESTING
[Justine finds a small patch of green around an empty bench to finally rest her feet. In her lap sits a half dozen young rose buds that she'd been given by a kind flower merchant. Her thumb and forefinger gently pinch the stem of a rose, rotating the bud as she inspects the young plant.
After a moment she lightly places the pad of her finger on the tip of a thorn. It only takes a little bit of pressure before a bright scarlet pinprick of blood swells at the pad of her finger.] You can do this. [Justine whispers to herself as she places the rose back in her lap with the others.
She doesn't have a lot of experience with magic but she has to try.
Her finger doesn't heal but all six of the rose buds in her lap brighten and begin to rapidly bloom. Justine doesn't seem to notice, as her focus is directed solely at the pad of her finger.]
III. AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES
a. A LITTLE MISCHIEF
[Justine hasn't put her name into the roommate finding service. She has no interest in being pulled into a house with a handful of strangers and yet as she passes the board she hears her name called out along with a string of unfortunate and incorrect claims.]
"Looking for someone who likes sweets!" [She pauses in front of her board but she can't seem to get it to stop.] "Raven hair and pale skin; she'll wake up in the morning with a kiss!"
[She sighs. There doesn't seem to be an off button...]
That doesn't even make sense.
b. A LITTLE HANDS-ON
[A small chocolate rests in Justine's palm while the man who had handed it to her vanished into the crowds. She looks around and notices that they're handing out an assortment of candies. It must be safe to eat... She pops the chocolate into her mouth and enjoys the rich taste of the lightly sweetened treat. Justine doesn't even consider that there might be something wrong with it.
She begins to go on her way when the next person she brushes against gets thoroughly attached to her. Being as small as she is, Justine finds herself suddenly being pulled in a new direction and falling rather ungracefully to the ground in a tangled heap with the unfortunate soul attached to her.]
Oh no.
I'm sorry.
IV. WILDCARD
[ooc: you know what to do. hit me up on plurk if you want though mizuyoko]
Justine 💗 Open [Witch]
a. HOUSES
Maybe they'll find people that they can trust to join them but Justine is uncertain. She's calm now but her moods have a way of getting away from her if she isn't careful and she doesn't want to accidentally hurt someone.
Her heels click along the stone pavements as she continues to make her way down the lovely set of homes. She has a small bag of clothes she'd purchase slung over one shoulder and is wearing the outfit that Ira had been kind enough to procure for her shortly upon her arrival.
She hesitates when she reaches a large screaming group of aristocrats and while she has no monster features, she does become an accidental by-standard of a magical down pour. Her hair plasters to her pale cheeks while her arms circle her torso. The group doesn't seem to notice or care that she'd been caught in the crossfire and there doesn't seen to be an easy way to dry off.]
b. SHOPPING
How much is it? [She asks, looking up at the middle-aged woman manning the stand.
The proprietor looks thoughtful and then decides with a decisive nod of her head.] Show me a trick? I want to see some magic. You are a witch aren't you?
[The request causes Justine to hesitate. She is a witch, according the to Coven, but she isn't confident in her skills to be attempting something now. At the same time, she doesn't wish to relinquish the lovely piece in her palm.]
There isn't another way?
[Nope. The woman is adamant about seeing something spectacular.]
c. RESTING
After a moment she lightly places the pad of her finger on the tip of a thorn. It only takes a little bit of pressure before a bright scarlet pinprick of blood swells at the pad of her finger.] You can do this. [Justine whispers to herself as she places the rose back in her lap with the others.
She doesn't have a lot of experience with magic but she has to try.
Her finger doesn't heal but all six of the rose buds in her lap brighten and begin to rapidly bloom. Justine doesn't seem to notice, as her focus is directed solely at the pad of her finger.]
III. AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES
a. A LITTLE MISCHIEF
"Looking for someone who likes sweets!" [She pauses in front of her board but she can't seem to get it to stop.] "Raven hair and pale skin; she'll wake up in the morning with a kiss!"
[She sighs. There doesn't seem to be an off button...]
That doesn't even make sense.
b. A LITTLE HANDS-ON
She begins to go on her way when the next person she brushes against gets thoroughly attached to her. Being as small as she is, Justine finds herself suddenly being pulled in a new direction and falling rather ungracefully to the ground in a tangled heap with the unfortunate soul attached to her.]
Oh no.
I'm sorry.
IV. WILDCARD