Saturday, 9/15
Who: Aimee and Blake What: Learning about witchcraft Where: Blake's office When: After lunch
Pursuing witchcraft hadn't been an idea that Aimee had seriously entertained for centuries. Not since she'd been turned, certainly, but even before that, once her family was gone, it had seemed her chance of learning was dead with them. She could have found her father, but that was simply out of the question. He had abandoned her family when they needed him most, left them to die. That was unforgivable.
Now, over three centuries later, she was finally approaching someone about her gifts. She had been uncertain even after the journal conversation, but Miklos had urged her to take a chance on it. He was right. It was a part of herself she had never explored. She wasn't one to leave territory uncharted if she could help it, and a centuries' old grudge against her father was no excuse to deny herself this knowledge.
Now, here she was, standing in front of another witch's office door, feeling nervous for the first time since she could remember. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and rapped on the wood firmly. There was no turning back now. She deserved this.