Author's Note: We're back with England again- sort of. More like Hecate and 2P!England to be exact. You know, I want to give Hecate more to do in the Wasteland Project in general. She does play a bigger role in the Wonderland series. Hecate is definitely plotting something. What that is, you are going to have to see. We have the Christmas special coming up this Saturday. I'm just about finished with Edge of Wonderland's Christmas special. You are going to love the Hetalia one. For now, enjoy this week's match.
Match Twenty-Seven: Witch Party:
Hecate already knew how this was going to end. She suspected that her sisters were starting to see it too. The question was whether they going to stay with Allison or move out on their own. Hecate chose to win. If her sisters were smart, they would choose to do the same thing. Sabine and Tessa already had the same idea.
Hecate was brushing her hair when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.
"Yes?" she asked. She looked in the mirror as her door opened. Oliver poked his head into the room.
"You busy right now?" he asked. Hecate rolled her eyes.
"What do you want?" she asked. She turned around to the brightly-colored English man. Oliver smiled and shrugged.
"Aw, why do you have to be so cold towards me?" he asked.
"What do you want?" Hecate asked again. He leaned against her door frame.
"Not much," he said. "Just wondering what you are up."
"Why?" she asked. Oliver looked her up and down. Hecate had on a long dark green dress. She had her long black hair pinned back in a top ponytail. Her lips looked dark red. They stood out against her pale face. Oliver stared at her black pearl necklace and diamond earrings.
"You look so fancy tonight," he said. "You going somewhere?" Hecate frowned and shook her head.
"I'm going out," she said.
"Oooo! Where?" he asked. Hecate frowned as she stood up.
"To a party," she said. Oliver tilted his head. Hecate narrowed her eyes at him.
"No, I am not telling you where this is," she said. "Excuse me." The nightcomer walked to her door and pushed the Englishman out of the way. Oliver looked at her as she disappeared down the hall. He shrugged to himself.
"Why does she have to be so cold?" he asked to himself. "Whatever." The man walked back to his room.
The party was at this posh flat in East London. Hecate could blend into the crowd on the streets. There were many people in cloaks and masks. Some of them held orange paper lanterns. Hecate kept her head down with a smirk on her face. She was the only one who got an invitation to this party. Tonight was going to be a special night. Nothing was going to ruin it. Not even Oliver following behind. She shook her head to herself. He was going to get himself caught.
"At least wear a mask, you idiot," she muttered to herself. That will be all him. She wasn't responsible for what would happen to him next.
The group made it up to the front door of the fancy flat. Hecate hung near the back. Best to observe things for the time being. One of the people in a cloak walked up to the door and knocked. They stepped back as it flung open. A woman in a long gold dress greeted them. Her black feathers added to her height. She held up a black mask to her face.
"Welcome!" the woman said. "Welcome to our lovely party. Please, come inside." She moved into the flat to let them inside. Hecate watched as the cloaked people moved towards the door. She tightened her grip on a small silver pendant in her hand. She could still feel Oliver's eyes on her back. This would be his last chance to turn back.
"You are going to want to go home," Hecate muttered under her breath. She knew that he wasn't going to. The nightcomer shook her head to herself. She wasn't going to be responsible for what would happen to him next. Hecate made it to the front door. The woman looked her up and down.
"Your coven?" she asked. Hecate lifted her chin.
"I am here for myself," she said. They stood silent for a moment. The woman in gold moved out of the way.
"Thank you," Hecate said. She bowed her head and walked into the apartment.
The sounds of violins were the first that Hecate noticed. Heavy red curtains covered the windows. Peacock feathers covered the deep black walls. The Parisian carpets covered the floors. A black grand piano sat off to a corner of the living room. A giant fireplace was lit across the room. The giant painting of The Birth of Venus completed the atmosphere of the party. She smiled at the scent of wine and jasmine perfume in the air. The people stood in their cloaks with glasses of wine in their hands, talking to each other. Hecate wasn't staying long for the party. She was looking for someone through her mask. She knew they would be here tonight. Oliver trailing her didn't make anything easier. Still, Hecate was going to have to do the best that she could. After all, she chose to win. The nightcomer walked over to the bartender across the room.
"Good evening," the man said as he looked up. Hecate smiled as she took a seat on the stool.
"Hello," she said. "Is Patty here tonight?" The bartender raised his eyebrow.
"May I ask why you want to know?" he asked.
"Serve me a drink and I will tell you why," Hecate said. The young man narrowed his eyes.
"What can I get you?" he asked.
"You have any brandy?" she asked.
"Going classic, huh?" the bartender asked. "Hang on." The nightcomer watched as he got to work. She smirked like she was keeping a secret to herself.
"Here you go," the bartender said, handing her the glass of brandy.
"Thank you," she said. Hecate picked up the glass and took a drink. She turned her attention to the bartender.
"Let's just say that I have something interesting that your mistress will want to hear," Hecate said. The bartender had no emotion on his face.
"I will go get her," he said. "Wait here." The bartender turned and walked into the kitchen. Hecate leaned over the bar for a better look. She fought to keep down her smile. This was going to be worth the gamble.
Meanwhile, Oliver looked around at the party. He frowned at what he saw.
"What a dreadful place," he muttered to himself. Everyone was wearing black cloaks. Why did they have to wear black? What was wrong with a little color here and there? Oliver rubbed his forehead. Instinct told him to follow Hecate tonight. He didn't understand why she never liked him.
"I just want to be friends with all of them," Oliver reasoned.
So far, he walked into the party with no questions. In fact, the guests didn't even look at him. They just ignored him. Oliver frowned.
"Well, this just boring," he said to himself. The man was about to turn around and leave when he happened to look over at the bar. Hecate sat on a stool, looking over the edge. Oliver raised his eyebrow.
"Hm?" he asked. Oliver broke through the crowd to get over to her. As he got closer, the woman in the gold dress walked over to Hecate. The nightcomer stood up and started talking to the woman. The conversation didn't last long before they walked over to the stairs. Oliver let off a low whistle.
"Oh? What do we have here?" he asked. Of course, he was going to follow the ladies and see what they were up to. After all, he started to become more interested in what dear old Hecate Mayfair was plotting against her mother.
The women disappeared up the stairs.