WHO: Ashley Feinberg and Sandy Maurer WHAT: A little witchy fun and bonding. WHERE: Ashley's house. WHEN: Early evening, Labor Day. WARNINGS: Nothing big. It's mostly chilling.
Sandy shouldn't have been nervous. She had been casting since she obtained Sally, much to the older witch's dismay. Sally liked to stick her nose down at the magic that ruled her life, and while she had gotten better about it by the time the screen had faded to black, it didn't mean that she approved on Sandy's constant life-choices and disregard for the balance of things. To say that she abused the magic she'd inherited was putting it lightly; Sandy relished her abilities and clung to them like they kept her alive. They became her livelihood in the Cirque, passed the time when she was bored, and now were being used to gain the company of another witch. And on top of it? She was actually nervous.
She had packed her tore bag full of ingredients she thought would be necessary for simple spell casting; candles of various colors, herbs and oils, bags, chalk, etc. It was heavy as hell--she didn't have the fortune of being a witch from the Potter universe with their expandable bags and simple wand spellcasting--but she managed to huff it all the way to the MTN, and then from the MTN to Ashley's house. Time for the main attraction. She raised her hand to knock.
Only to have the door fly open before her knuckles could make contact with the wood. She was nearly run over by a brunette girl moving at MACH 10, who stopped abruptly just millimeters away from Sandy's face. "Oh! Sorry! I'm really late. I'm Alex, nice to meet you, Ashley's inside, bye!" And then she was gone so fast that Sandy got whiplash.
"Uh. Hell...o?" She called inside cautiously, slowly stepping in in case anybody else was about to come running at her.