I : To built a home

"So you are a witch. "

"It seems like it." I replied wearily in my tone as I watched Sophie walk up and down in front of me.

Honestly, I did not really understand why she was making such a fuss about it. She was a witch herself for God's sake. Not to mention that she had grown up in New Orleans. That should not surprise her that much. Although I put myself in her place, Milana and I had certainly made sure that I was discovered as late as possible.

Of course, if a certain person had let me talk with Damon then we would not be there. I immediately crossed my arms around my chest as I could feel the sudden urge to hit me or rather that of Milana in response to my jab. It was a somewhat complicated process but let's say that she could take possession of my body when she managed her emotions well. She was obviously more annoyed by my sarcasm than angry. Otherwise, I certainly could not have avoided her punch.

Anyway, I turned my eyes on Sophie with platitude. "I'm a witch. You're a witch. Can we move on?"

"You know that ..." She stopped by herself as she pointed to her chest before suddenly raising her hand to project me against the nearest wall.

I let out a strangled gasp as I felt my head hit the wall hard before suddenly shrinking my eyes on the witch holding me in place. I struggled against her power with ease before whispering a single attack spell under my breath as I clenched my fists. Without waiting, Sophie released me suddenly to catch her head in her hands with a deafening cry of pain. I landed like a puppet on the ground before I let out an annoyed swear as I climbed on my feet, dusting off my legs discovered by my denim shorts.

I took a breath since the spell had taken a turn on my weak body before giving a look bored on Sophie. "It was really necessary? "

"Did you need to give me a headache almost as bad as those given to the vampire?" Hail the witch visibly more affected by my spell before giving me a wary look. " But who are you ? "

I remained calm in front of her obvious mistrust before rolling my eyes as I pulled a piece of stuffed from my shoulder. "Someone who does not have her ancestor powers obviously."

"What is it supposed to mean?"

I supported her offended look with a smirk on my lips before displaying a false innocent look."I don't know. What do you think ?"

Sophie supported my gaze a little more before she shook her head as she resumed her panic stimulation. "Oh my ... the elders will literally be going nuts! A witch with a lineage and your caliber. Gosh, Jeanne-Anne will probably refer you to the elders. "

"What are you mumbling around in your corner, little judgy?"

"You have to introduce yourself to the elders. "Suddenly said the brunette in a final tone making me raise my eyebrows in surprise and disbelief.

"Come again?" I asked, tilting my head to the side in the obvious objection.

Sophie shook her head, holding my gaze before approaching me seriously. "If you present yourself, they can have faith in you. They'll think you just didn't want to be tied to vampires and just wanted to protect yourself."

"Who told you it was not exactly my attention?" I challenged with an arched eyebrow that Sophie just gave me a flat look. I smiled in spite of myself at the sight of her expression before shrugging my shoulders. "It didn't cost anything to try."

Honestly, I should have listened to Milana. I could not believe I was at one of this witch gatherings as if I were part of this community. Sophie did not even seem to care about what the elders said. And it was her who had convinced me to come this time. I had already introduced myself to the elders for several days already and the least I could say was that I was not very fond of witches' gatherings. Even less when they discussed rituals and restorations of powers or whatever.

Personally, Milana and I had rather complex relationships with the rituals and we were certainly not in our elements. Besides, I could definitely say that Milana was very close to her limit as I lowered my eyes on my leg bouncing constantly in a regular jolt. I immediately pressed my hand on my thigh pressing with all my strength for force her to stop before returning my attention to the elders.

Having obviously missed most of the conversation, I leaned towards the witch in the interrogation. "What's this horror tale? "

"The Harvest." Sophie confided, sounding rebellious at the mere thought. "Ancestral Magic is restored. We appease our Ancestors. They keep our Ancestral power flowing. "

"Why do they talk about a tale so seriously?" I asked, giving a critical look at the elders gathering in front of us.

Sophie rolled her eyes as she leaned towards me, crossing her bare arms with her tank top on her chest. "It's a myth that only elders seem to believe. It's also the kind some people take literally and some people don't. They're preparing the girls in our community for months. The four most powerful ones would like to be chosen for the Harvest. They say it's an honor, they're special."

"It sounds like a lot of bullshit led by heretics for me."

Sophie gave an amused sniff at my statement before shaking her head in sign of acceptance."It's just a myth. They will not continue with that. "

I turned my eyes to the older women at the brunette's statement before gauging the group with a deep sense of reluctance. I could feel Milana in the depths of my being and I was almost certain that she believed these witches as much as I did.

"You have to focus on the color palette. Here, Michelangelo had a deep sense of nuance. He…"

I granted that a superficial listening to the teacher running his course with an obvious passion. I was more focused on the grimoire now in front of me. I decided to explore the witch side of Milana and Sophie was more than available to lend me spells to improve myself. Of course, I did not tell her what lineage I came for obvious reasons. But she still decided to trust me and I was sincerely grateful. At present, Sophie was the closest to what I could call a friend here in New Orleans.

Surprisingly, I did not really feel the need to get to know my classmates and I had to thank Milana for that. If I was already lonely and basic mistrustful, she was what is called a hermit with a slight paranoid tendency. She doubted everyone and even more supernatural beings surrounding us. Not to mention she was a real time bomb. I had to constantly manage my temperament and hers. Cohabitation was definitely a rodeo of hell between her and me. However, I could not help but appreciate her presence. It was like a kind of comforting presence. No matter what happened, I knew I could always count on her to have my back. She was my back and my blockage of supernatural beings.

I glanced over the spell to watch the students' attention before turning my eyes to the page. It was supposed to allow me to communicate with my ancestors and therefore, I hoped that I could have a real conversation with Milana instead of just transferring feelings. Something told me that it was more her wish than mine, but I still let myself be carried by the current. Obviously, she wanted to tell me something.

I closed my eyelids as I took a deep breath to concentrate. I drowned all the noises around me as I began to whisper the spell under my breath in concentration. Right away, I could feel the power charge coming from the ground through my limbs into my veins. The sensation of power and ability was intoxicating, almost addictive as I kept repeating spell without stopping.

"Maybe you should think about doing this in a less public place."

I flashed my eyelids open, losing my concentration before suddenly glancing at the disruptive of my spell. The latter happened to be a young man in his early twenties, maybe maximum middle. He had a long, angular face with a prominent jaw and fair skin. His hair was a sand blond almost worthy of an angel and his eyes, his eyes were as blue as the Caribbean Sea. Not that I had been there before but it was what I imagined when I thought of this place.

All in all, he was literally breathtaking, but the fact that he literally interrupted one of my spells just had the gift of annoying me.

Obviously, he knew what I was doing and if I thought there was no familiar jewel, he was a wizard.

"And we can know what that can do to you?"

"Me? Nothing." He said with a faint smile reminding me of a certain arrogant human that Milana once knew. "But the elders on the other hand."

I rolled my eyes to his assurance before closing the spell book sharply in front of me. "I'm not tied to your precious ancestors. Ergo, I have nothing to fear from your retaliation."

"Mhm, a stranger to the community then." He hissed with clear amusement on his face.

I gave him a narrowed look over my shoulder before I quickly prepared as the teacher announced the end of the class. I quickly gathered my things in haste before running down the stairs of the amphitheater. I could perfectly hear the blond trying to catch me but I was trying to speed up the pace in the hope of sowing him.

Obviously, my luck was not with me as I suddenly felt a hand on my arm literally frozing me on the spot at the feeling of power connecting with me. I took a gasp before turning quickly on my heels to look at the tall blond realizing how tall he was compared to me. He also had wide shoulder to match his waist and he definitely seemed to conceal a series of abs under his shirt. And I did not really understand why I was thinking about his abs.

Okay, I seriously needed to concentrate.

Focus.

Neither me nor Milana was easily impressed by a pretty face. Even more when he touched us without our permission.

"What do you want ?" I hissed, taking a threatening step towards him before pulling my arm dryly from his grip.

He pulled back at once, raising his hands as a sign of surrender before displaying that horrible, smiling smile that made me narrow my eyes to him. "First, and if we go down the threatening tone of a tone or two. And second, you're not really the warm and fuzzy type, am I wrong?"

"Are you still so irritating?" I asked with sass in my tone before frowning as I realized what I had done. "Anyway, I'm leaving. "

I immediately turned on my heels with the intention of leaving him where he was before abruptly taking a pause in suspicion. I threw my hair back as I gave him a wary look over my shoulder.

I watched him for a moment in silence, raising an eyebrow that seemed to entertain the blond before rolling my eyes. " Don't follow me. "
I raised my chin with confidence before heading back through the corridors.

"See you around!"

I shook my head at his intervention with a small smile anyway before frowning again, swearing under my breath at my weakness as a teenager. Seriously, the hormones suck a max. I definitely did not have time for that kind of thing. Besides, I already had enough trouble with Damon to have to add a boy from New Orleans. Not to mention that Milana already seemed to hate the guy. After all, he had interrupted an important spell for both of us. And there was one thing the witch hated was breaking her concentration. It reminded her too much of a person from her past. All in all, I could not see that boy again. It was bad in many ways.

I was just hoping it was my first and last meeting with the boring boy.