Apple Barrels | 10p | Issac & Meredith
Issac always liked the fascinating mind of the pretty blonde. Even without the swirl of enhanced emotions of a party, Issac caught the intensities that flowed in and out of her mind. Without Meredith knowing she was an empath, the hints lay obvious to the Mental warlock but he ignored them as she did. All Issac understood was that her mind sensed different.
Laughing, Issac stepped over to the barrel and looked into the waters as she had. "Poor apples, no longer so wonderful on the outside as they are in the inside," he lamented before giving Meredith a surprised look. "I AM?! Oh, no! What do I tell the other witches of the coven?! Do you think they'll be disappointed?"