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I've been looking at the college and university here and have a question if anyone has tried to do the same. Do you have to pick a major and work towards a degree or can you just take classes that interest you?

So. let’s say you were taken in by the woman who had your birth parents killed and then she raised you to be the very best time traveling assassin/fixer there is, and now you’ve got a tiny tot and you're trying to leave wet work in the past. What the hell do you put on your resume? I’ve never looked for a proper job before. It’s a ridiculous farce, isn’t it? Most of my references are either family now or very very dead.

Actually. Anyone have a band in need of a drummer? One getting paying gigs, not just sitting around in someone’s garage sweating bullets over their equipment, that is. If you have a drummer but they’re mediocre, consider punting them to the curb in favour of yours truly? I look really good in thigh high fishnets and tiny shorts, if that helps my cause any.

[ TEXTS: THALIA / JAMES ]

» You.

[ NETWORK: FLYING BROOM MAKERS, MINDERS, AND ENTHUSIASTS ]

Even with setbacks, I have broom bases ready to evolve. Who's ready to make some magic - literally?

[ FAM & FRIENDS ]

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

I'm not upset, I just want to discuss this.

I've been doing a lot of thinking since our time jumping adventures and while there is still a lot I don't really understand and more that I have a hard time putting into words, the one thing I definitely know I need is more training. It's not really something I like to admit, but I'm not going to get better if I don't.

Anyone in need of (or want for) a werewolf as a sparing partner?

I ended up with 27 prepared campfire cones, 14 hotdogs on a stick, a gallon bag of samoa chex mix, a cooler full of snap peas and cut cucumbers, and a container full of no-energy bites.

I may have over-prepared for St. Mark's Eve tonight. So if you'd like to join us and help eat the snacks, we'll be at [cemetery] in the forest from 11pm-2am. We welcome the company while we watch for the ghosts of those that will pass this year walk-through the cemetery.

Morbid, I know, but tradition for us. I used to fast but learned a few years ago that it wasn't actually necessary, thus-- snacks.