What Makes a Witch?

[UnseelieRaven]

Melinda’s eyebrows raised at the description of what her niece had done; that was rather impressive and horrifying. “This doesn’t sound strange, Eve, although I will say that level of accidental magic is worrying. That it hasn’t happened before is normal, people usually don’t perform random acts of magic.”

The woman sighed, of course things couldn’t ever be easy for their family, “Have you ever heard of a poltergeist?”

[Chaosnova]

Eve almost heaved a sigh of relief when her aunt said her incident didn't sound strange. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't feel all that happy either; if that wasn't strange, what would be considered 'normal' for her from hereon out?

"Y-yes, I have," Eve replied, her cheeks flushing red as she remembered how she found out about it. "I-I read about in a book about... wizards and witches."

She could probably have come up with a lie to throw her aunt off, but her embarrassment had gotten in the way. That she would learn about something apparently important via a children's book was definitely not what she wanted her aunt's first impression of her to be. Not that the whole 'blowing up a part of the school' thing was particularly flattering.

"But what does this have to do with me?" She asked. "Am I a poltergeist?"

[UnseelieRaven]

“In a manner of speaking,” Melinda said, thinking about how to word her answer, “Poltergeists generally aren’t ghosts; the supernatural activity connected to the ‘poltergeist’ normally follows a person about because they are the source of the activity, not a ghost. Have you been under stress lately?”

Everyone could use magic with the right training – or the right outside push. Stress caused some people to have panic attacks and others to have magical episodes.

[Chaosnova]

"N-no, I haven't," Eve lied, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. She was really glad her aunt couldn't see her right now, or she would have been busted immediately. "I-I've been really... um, good this week. N-no stress. At all. D-do you also do things like that from time to time?" She added, hoping to change the subject.

[UnseelieRaven]

“You don’t lie very well, Eve,” Melinda said coolly, not terribly impressed by her niece’s stumbling attempts to fib to her. She had heard more convincing statements from the kids she found in her backyard on dares to, ‘spy on the witch lady’. “And no, nothing like that happens to me; I have control over my abilities. Something we’ll need to work on with you.”

The woman nodded to herself, making up her mind, “Tell your college that you need to take a semester off because of health issues and pack; you’ll be staying with me until you learn to control your new abilities.”

The tone suggested that as far as she was concerned this was what was going to happen.

[Chaosnova]

Eve jumped at the sudden shift in tone. For a moment, Melinda sounded exactly like her mother, down to the no-nonsense attitude when it came to wanting things done her way. That tone basically garnered no objections, regardless of her situation.

"... yes ma'am," she said. Her mother had already told her she was prepared to send her away for as long as needed until she "could make sense of all this" anyway.

But she wasn't a witch. She was a normal woman. She wasn't some... weirdo who could do the hocus pocus with her mind. She was going to make sure of that.

(Do you want to timeskip here?)

[UnseelieRaven]

(Sure. I imagine Melinda doesn't live near her sister at all so should we have her meeting her niece at the airport/bus/whatever?)

[Chaosnova]

(Alright.)

Eve groaned as she stretched, trying to rid herself of the awful ache from the time spent on that blasted plane. She hated planes and trains, and would rather stay at home if it was up to her. Unfortunately, it wasn't, and now her she was.

"Hmm... She looks like..." She mumbled to herself, checking the photo of her aunt Melinda given by her mother. She looked really young in the photo, which made it rather difficult to pinpoint the exact face now. "Damn, how am I going to find her like this...?"

[UnseelieRaven]

Melinda was sitting near the baggage claim area, dark eyes focused on a book as she waited for her niece to text her that she had landed. She was a short woman, only 5’1”, and the years had mostly been kind to her; the sharp features of her face were marked only by faint crow’s feet around her eyes, yet her black hair, braided and pinned up, had patches of gray throughout it.

She was wearing a dark blue dress shirt, a gray skirt, and black boots, an outfit that screamed ‘professional’; unlike the goldstone and serpent pendant necklaces she wore, the jet ring, or the edge of a wrist tattoo peeking out of her sleeve.

[Chaosnova]

It took Eve a good thirty minutes before she finally found her aunt, and even when she did she had doubts as to whether she had the right person.

Her aunt looked hardly any different from her photo, which was supposedly taken over ten years ago. She looked more like Melissa's younger sister than twin, though the vibe she gave off was far more... foreboding.

Eve looked at the well-dressed woman for a bit before assessing her own attire. She was much taller than her aunt (she'd wager she was a full head taller), but her choice of clothes was anything but formal and professional. Dressed in a simple lime green t-shirt with a dark blue jacket and pleated skirt, Eve looked like she was in high school at best. Compared to her aunt's meticulously kept hair, her own black hair was untidy from sleeping on the plane, sticking out here and there just to draw attention to her.

"U-um, excuse me," she began, straightening her attire to save whatever image she still had left. "Would you be my aunt Melinda? I-I'm Eve. Um, Melissa's Eve."