Nightfell Manor, Night Coven, Plown Forest, Center Mid, England, Mid
Hermione and Gabriella lead Holly into one of the small classrooms on the ground floor of the manor, the classroom was half classroom half kitchen with only one person currently using the room; a tall teenage boy of dark chocolate hair and creamy brown eyes. He had the sleeves of his jacket rolled up and a black apron tied around his waist. "Hey" he smiled at the girls as they walked over to them, patting off his flour-covered hands on his apron "Hi Thiren" Hermione beamed at the boy who turned to Holly "Hey- Holly, right?" Thiren asked as the hypnotic nodded her head a little, heart nearly shooting up into her throat "Thiren Roudy" he smiled, introducing himself. "Thiren is the best 'kitchen witch' in the entire coven" Hermione told Holly as Thiren laughed a little whilst shaking his head "I'm not the best, Hermione, anyone can do kitchen-craft..." he raised a brow at Gabriella "Aren't you banned from cooking in here?" "Can't burn something if I'm not touching it" Gabriella darkly smiled, sending a chill down Holly's spine. "Anyway, we're showing Holly the different types of crafts in the coven and decided to show her yours first" Hermione told Thiren, redrawing Holly's attention back to the other two "Cool- well just like I said, anyone can do kitchen witchcraft" Thiren started, speaking directly to the hypnotic "It's mostly focused on cooking and baking yet also includes homemade items, home protection and cleansing and home routines". Thiren nodded to the blackened tray of two on the counter between him and the girls of golden sugar-powered cookies "Moon spell cookies, very easy to make and with the right mixture of herbs, can somewhat 'bless' the eater with a small dose of luck, love, etc" he continued "These ones are slightly altered for protection" he told them before offering each of the girls a cookie each. Holly picked one of the smallest of the powered cookies and took a bite, her tongue being met with the plainness of flour, sugar, yolk, butter and almonds yet a spilt second later, her mouth was filled with the sweet taste of cloves, cinnamon, rosemary and the slight sweetly-spicy ting of anise, but there was one more ingredient added in that she couldn't name, one that made all the weird combined herbs more balanced and perfect. "Oh! you made another batch-" "Don't!" Thiren panickly yelled as Hermione immediately stopped reaching a hand toward the second tray covered in wood-brown soft cookies "They have sleeping nettles in them" he told the green witch who immediately retracted her hand "Oh- sorry, Thiren, I forgot" Hermione apologised as Holly raised a brow "...aren't those basically sleep drugs?" the hypnotic questioned, regaining Thiren's attention. "Yes, I've finally perfected the dosage so it's only eight hours of guaranteed sleep, maximum," he stated "And... I've got very bad insomnia and hate taking the nettle pills High Lady made and prescribed" Thiren explained "So she gave me permission to experiment other ways for me, and other coven members struggling with sleep, to take the horrid stuff in a non-pill form". Holly's gaze shifted from the teen boy to the book of detailed notes sitting on the counter beside him "Obviously it has to be safe and in a controlled form" "So you turned nettle pills into treats?" Gabriella questioned, almost mocking Thiren as he shot her back a glare "It's harder than it looks" he hissed at her through his teeth "Oh sure, teaching yourself to be the perfect house-husband for Esmeray must be such hard work-" "Go taunt someone else, Bishop" Thiren cut the witch off.

"Why do you keep trying to get under Thiren's skin?" Hermione questioned Gabriella as the three girls made their way down the hallway "It's funny" "It's bullying" the green witch corrected her.
Before Gabriella could dare say another mocking comment or insult, Hermione and Holly dragged her out of the room whilst constantly apologising to Thiren.
"So what about death or green witchcraft?" Hermione suggested, Holly shrugged her shoulders "Don't really know much about either... I don't really think 'Death Magic' is something I want to be messing with, sorry Bishop" the hypnotic apologised as Gabriella waved her off "Not a problem," she assured the hypnotic "Just means another person to creep out" Gabriella darkly smiled. Another chill went through Holly's bones as Hermione chimed in "And green witchcraft?" she asked, Holly turned her head to the green-haired girl "Not sure" "It's basically herbalism, botany, oils, balms and tinctures, and plant magic" Hermione listed "That's putting it bluntly though". "...I've never been a good 'plant mum'" Holly admitted "Damnit, I was looking forward to another planty" the green witch sighed "Alright, there's heaps of different types of crafts in the coven-" "You're not making us take her to every single one, are you?" Gabriella groaned. The comment made Hermione perk up "That's exactly what we're going to do, we don't rest until Holly's found her type of magical craft" the green witch brightly stated as Gabriella groaned and Holly sighed under her breath.

"Crystal witches are highly attuned to the vibrations of rocks and crystals, and use them as key elements of their craft" the blonde haired girl explained, smiling at the three girls as she sat on a tiny rock island that bloomed in the middle of a quiet river out behind the coven's main building, in her hands a few crystals. "Ever felt drawn to pretty rocks?" Gabriella questioned Holly who sadly shook her head "No, sorry" the hypnotic answered, returning her gaze back to the blonde girl "Sorry for disturbing your meditation, Diora" Holly apologised as Diora waved her hand "Don't be, and good luck with the craft hut" she smiled.

"This is Esmeray Zhimmer" Hermione announced as the girls stepped into Dusk Hall's library, the green witch motioning an arm to the silvery-white haired night-eyed girl sitting at one of the empty grouped tables who gave all three girls an annoyed glare "What do you want, Richardson? I'm busy" Esmeray stated, returning her attention back to her note book and scattered opened books laid across the desk. "This is Holly Smith-" "I see the new girl, why did you drag her here?" the girl cut off the green witch as Holly glanced at the open pages filled with stars, constellations, etc "We're trying to figure out what her type of craft is" Hermione answered, plainly ignoring the other girl's rudeness. "And what? you thought she'd be the same as me?" "Well-" "The second you walked in here," Esmeray cut Hermione off again, looking up at Holly with the same glaring look "Did you feel drawn to me?" she questioned the hypnotic who slowly shook her head "A lunar witch attunes to and honours the moon and studies the lunar phases" Esmeray sharply stated "A cosmic witch studies astrology and includes it in their practices, horoscopes, zodiac signs and planetary placements, and celestial and lunar magic" she continued. Holly could feel the hatred pouring off of Esmeray as she spoke, offended that the other two even thought of lunar or cosmic magic being the hypnotic's craft. "I can tell by your face that you have never felt drawn to the moon or stars, so get out, all three of you" Esmeray sharply spat before returning her undivided attention back to her work as the girls walked out.

6:02pm
The three girls stepped into the shared dorm seeing a beautiful sea-touched islander girl unpack the last of her things into one side of the wardrobe on the right side of the bedroom "Tyla! you're back!" Hermione beamed, running over and giving the islander girl a hug as the other laughed a little "Of course I am, Mi" Tyla said as the green witch finally let her go "Goddesses- it was only a weekend with my parents" the islander reminded Hermione before meeting Holly's gaze. "Hi, Tyla Lancrest" she introduced herself "And you are?" "This is Holly" Hermione immediately answered before the hypnotic could "She's the hypnotic who joined a few months ago" "Oh yeah! Holly Smith, right?" Tyla questioned as Holly nodded her head "Yep" "Cool, great to put face to name- guess we're bunkmates for a couple weeks" the islander brightly smiled. "Tyla's a sea witch" Gabriella stated, plumping down onto her own bunk "Oh- so that's oceans, seas, lakes, whether magic and stuff?" Holly said as Tyla's smile grew wider "You know sea magic- new favourite witch" the islander girl stated, putting Holly's panicking heart more at ease. "So how was the whole 'talent hunt'?" Tyla asked the girls as Holly raised a brow "How did-" "It's my second year rooming with these two" Tyla told the hypnotic as she climbed up and sat on her top bunk "The divination witches booked out the private chapel and everyone was very busy" Gabriella mumbled out the answer before planting down onto her bed "And besides that, Holly felt no connection or drawing to any of the crafts that we could show her today" Hermione added as Holly slowly sat down on the plain-looking bunk with a slightly saddened face.
She knew she wasn't going to find a type of witchcraft in one day, but she did get her hopes up a little during their talk with Thiren earlier.
"Well not everyone has it all figured out in just one day- it took me years before I could finally control my magic and stop accidentally flooding school bathrooms" Tyla told Holly, hanging over the edge of her bunk so she could see the hypnotic "You'll figure it out soon, promise" the sea witch warmly smiled, Holly returning it with a very tiny smile of her own.

Head Red Army Base, Ashmaine, England, Mid
Tord sat in the army leader's office with the door closed and locked, his leader mask off and sitting to the side of the paperwork he was going through. A small flicker of light drew his gaze up and Tord flinched a little as the ghostly figure warped into an image of Vixen and immediately, the older teen's eyes narrowed on the intruder "What? not going to welcome an old friend?" Vixen questioned with a horrid smirk as Tord continued to glare at him "Don't worry, the princess is alright" the son told the Red Leader as Tord stood up "It's not like I can kill an immortal, hurting one however is much easier-" "Why are you here?" Tord cut the younger boy off yet was still greeted with the horrid smirk. "I want to make a deal with you, Red Leader" Vixen answered as Tord raised a brow "What kind of deal?" "One that assures the safe return of the princess and the safety of all the realms" the son stated, Tord's eyes narrowed once more "I'm not giving you Corey" "And why not?" Vixen questioned, tilting his head to the side. "One hypnotic for an overly powerful celestial princess-" "A princess for the Carrier of Light" Tord hissed the correction, a correction that sparked Vixen's interest "He told you?" the son questioned, holding back a laugh "Wow, someone's regained his guts". Tord gripped the table "You don't get to talk about him like that" "And why not? he's my brother afterall" "'Brother' by curse, nothing else" Tord firmly stated "I know about the loophole, Vixen, and I will make sure you don't become a fucking divine" the Red Leader said "And Angelina?" Vixen questioned. "What about her?" "She'd do the exact same thing" Tord told him "She'd put Corey and everyone else well before herself" the leader stated "So my answer is no".
Vixen's demented smile turned to a scowl as he now glared back at Tord "You'll regret this, Larsson" the son warned him "I'll make sure you know the mistake you just made" "Come back when you're ready to talk like a grown adult" Tord countered Vixen's threat, watching the translucent boy disappear. Tord groaned as he pulled out his phone, dialling Blake's number and calling until the man answered "Hey, we have a problem" Tord started, anger washing off his face as fear and deep concern now plagued it.

The Freakshow, District 13, Dark Nation, England, Mid
Vixen stormed into his office, spooking Jackelyn a little whilst she was mid-cleaning the room "Sir" she greeted him, standing straight as he walked across the room and sat down on the desk chair. "His answer was 'no'" Vixen said, turning to Jackelyn "Give the soldiers their orders and new date, we're doing this a month early" the Grey Leader stated as his assistant nodded her head "Yes, my leader" she answered before hurrying off out of the office.

Rhin Warden House, Ashmaine, England, Mid
11:52pm
Tord dragged himself through the front door, closing and locking it right behind himself before quietly stepping down the hallway. He opened his bedroom door, taking off his army leader coat then almost jumping out of his skin as he heard a door open from down the hallway, quickly throwing his coat into his room and turning his head to see Tom tiredly leaning against the framing of his own bedroom door, having just woken up as he stood in his t-shirt and black cargo pants. "...Tord?" he spoke in a somewhat groggy voice as the soldier stepped over to him "Hey, what are you doing up?" "I heard the car pull in" the half demon answered "How late did you stay back?" Tom questioned as Tord slightly looked away "...a little later than you would've liked-" "It's midnight, isn't it?" Tom questioned the soldier who lowered his head a little "...yes". Tord stiffened a little as the half demon raised his hands and caressed the soldier's face, his thumbs gently brushing over the tired bags haunting Tord's eyes "You're not sleeping well" Tom quietly stated as the soldier's gaze fell down to the half demon's lips "Gudinner, jeg elsker deg" Tord muttered aloud and before Tom could react, the soldier closed the space between them and kissed him with so much want and deep love. Arms wrapped themselves around Tom's waist as he felt himself being pushed up against the wall and the moment their lips parted, Tord's ran down the half demon's neck, marking every inch of skin they met "Tord" Tom breathed as the soldier pulled away and leaned into the half demon's ear "Tell me if you want me to stop" Tord told him. "...don't" Tom answered and almost immediately, Tord reconnected their lips as the two stumbled into the half demon's room, door being kicked close behind them.