Clarke alternated between biting her lips and nails. She was nervous - understatement - beyond nervous. The blonde haired girl hadn't seen Octavia in almost two years, and now she was moving back in with her and their oldest sister, Raven. Of course Clarke was happy that the trio of sisters would be reunited, but there was still some tension between Raven and Octavia, and Clarke hated getting caught in the middle of it. She thought that with the death of their grandmother all three sisters would come together to grieve, but no, Raven's pettiness prevented that. It was just some stupid guy in Raven's past that she refused to let go of, plus Octavia swore she never slept with him.
Raven sipped her coffee from the porcelain mug, she sat on the sofa in the living room watching the news on television. They inherited the Victorian manor from their grandmother, it was big enough to house all three sisters but Raven was a little reluctant to let Octavia move back in. Supposedly Octavia had run into a little trouble out in New York, of course she did, she was the youngest and most wild out of all three, she ran into trouble wherever she went.
"Can you stop looking so anxious, she'll be here soon." Raven muttered between sips of her coffee.
Clarke took her eyes off the front door and crossed into the living room, joining Raven on the couch. "Promise me that you guys won't fight?" Clarke asked, looking her eldest sister right in the eyes. She absolutely hated whenever there was any sort of negativity between the trio, they were sisters, they were suppose to be super close, they were meant to share an unbreakable bond.
Raven rolled her eyes, refusing to meet Clarke's gaze for more than a second. "I promise." she gritted through her teeth. At that same second, there was a knock on the door. Both sisters shot up from the couch and Clarke immediately ran over to the door, she looked back at Raven who was still seated on the couch with no intent to welcome Octavia back into their lives. Clarke sighed and opened the door. Standing in the midst of a San Francisco thunderstorm, was none other than expected Octavia. Her dripping dark hair was clinging to her forehead and her hands were clung to the handles of her suitcases. She smiled at her older sister Clarke, with her perfect white teeth. Clarke took Octavia into an embrace and whispered into her ear about how glad she was to have her back. Clarke then took the suitcases off of Octavia's hands.
"Raven! Octavia's here." Clarke called out.
Raven didn't turn away from the television. "Hey." she said simply, taking yet another sip of coffee.
"She's still mad?" Octavia whispered. Clarke just shrugged.
"I'm gonna go drop these in your room, I'll be right back." And with that Clarke took off up the stairs and left her two other sisters alone together. Octavia hung up her wet coat on the coat rack and wandered off into the living room.
"So, no hug or anything?" she said sarcastically to Raven, who had yet to look her in the face. The youngest sister groaned, "I didn't fuck your boyfriend!"
Raven almost spit her coffee back into her cup. "He was a loser who hit on me, I rejected him and he made up some lie about me to you so he wouldn't look like the bad guy!" Octavia continued, shivering at the thought of Raven's ex.
Clarke came rushing down the stairs, afraid her sisters had already gotten into a physical altercation in her short absence. She brushed the strands of hair from her eyes and forehead and began speaking innocently, "So! Catching up?"
It seemed as if a flash of lightning had struck the house. The Victorian manor shook slightly and the three sisters inside grabbed onto the nearest objects to keep their balance. The chandelier hanging above their heads in the entrance hallway began shaking violently before the lights seemingly exploded and all the power to the house went out - eliciting a small scream from the youngest sister. The tremor lasted for a few quick seconds and the house came to it's resting position, the electricity however did not return. Raven groaned and stood from the couch, finally facing Octavia for the first time.
"This is all your fault!" the eldest sister snarled.
Octavia scoffed, of course Raven would try and find any reason to fight with her. "Yep!" she almost yelled, "Because I'm some sort of witch with the ability to cause earthquakes and power outages!" she was yelling now. At this point, Raven had inserted herself into Octavia's personal space and looked as if she was ready to start swinging. "Do. Not. Yell. At. Me" Raven spoke down to her.
Clarke forced herself between the two. "That's enough!" She screamed, her face expressed her disappointment and anger more than her words ever could. "Both of you, cut it out! Grams wouldn't want to see you two fighting!" Clarke was yelling even though tears were falling down her cheeks. She had become an extremely emotional person ever since her grandmother's death. She had lost one of the most important people in her life, the most strongest woman she had ever known, the woman who had practically raised all three sisters from birth up until now.
Raven nor Octavia didn't enjoy seeing Clarke upset and even though no words were being exchanged between the youngest and oldest sister, they both had mentally forgave one another for Clarke's sake. Clarke sighed and wiped the tears away from her face. The three were still standing in total darkness and it sounded as if the world had gone silent. Raven took off into the kitchen, she scavenged through the cabinets and drawers and then returned to the living room with candles and a flashlight. She handed the flashlight to Octavia, "You two go down into the basement and check the circuits." she ordered before beginning to set up a few candles throughout the first floor of the house - just in case the power outage was out of their hands.
Clarke and Octavia did as they were told. As Clarke fidgeted with the circuits box, Octavia wandered away; reminiscing about the times she used to play in the basement as a young child. The memories were bittersweet, she missed those days terribly. She missed the deep bond the three sisters used to share, most of all she missed her grandmother. Now, they were all grown up and their grandmother was gone. Leaving nothing but the house and painful memories. Octavia blinked back tears and continued exploring the darkness of the basement. She rummaged through boxes of old toys and Christmas decorations before stumbling upon a chest, Octavia knelt down on the cold cement floor, she opened the wooden trap and it unleashed a deafening creak. "What are you doing, Octavia?" muttered Clarke, turning away from the circuit box. Octavia ignored her for a second, too intrigued by the contents of the box. Inside she found her grandmother's Ouija board, a light gasp escaped from Octavia's lips - she remembered all the times her and her sisters used to play with it, Octavia always had a deep love for the supernatural. Her grandmother, however, always took the Ouija board a little too seriously for Octavia's taste.
"Look what I found..." Octavia said excitedly, holding up the board for Clarke too see. Almost like some sort of sign, all the electricity came rushing back to the house. "Let's play." the youngest sister said with a devilish grin spreading across her face.