An: Yes, I know. I already have tons of fics up. These are therapy and a hobby besides that. So I'll keep trucking along. This is set in Legacies.
The sunlight spilling in through the window finally made its horrid way into Morgan's eye, causing her to groan and roll over in bed. She didn't want to get up, and it was only partly because she knew that today her age group was graduating without her. It really sucked being the last one, on the edge of no longer being a teenager. Maybe Alaric would forget and let her stay in her room. Or otherwise disappear.
As if to mock her, it was at this second that Josie Saltzman knocked on her door. Morgan pretended not to hear her. "I know you feel like crap, but it's time to go." She had a sympathetic sound to her voice. "Dad said you'd be going with him and Hope to do something important later tonight. Please don't tell Lizzie. She'll go ballistic."
Morgan sat up and began to ready herself for the day. Josie was gone when she got out of her room. Oh good, maybe it wasn't too late to book it for the trees on the edge of the property...Go back to sleeping. This almost seemed to materialize Alaric Saltzman out of thin air. "I know you don't want to go, and that people are making fun of you...But-"
Unable to take this any longer on such a lack of good sleep, Morgan snapped a little. "Fuck yes, they're making fun of me. I'm almost twenty and I still haven't become a witch in my own right. You've got me and every other witch here studying solely defense magic and refuse to let me touch my bloodline abilities."
His face changed from hopeful to tired, just like hers. "Morgan, it's borderline necromancy. People hate the craft enough, they'd come for you."
"I suppose we should get out there and inform the police officers they're doing their jobs all wrong, hm?" The salt levels were rising, and Morgan could give less of a damn how pissy she sounded. Alaric gave a confused huff. "You know, because there are lots of borderline criminals not in jail. Better lock them up before they even have a chance to commit crimes, right?" She skirted around him. "I'll be at the graduation. I'm getting breakfast, Warden Saltzman. And for the last time, stop even comparing my family craft to necromancy."
x
As she was eating breakfast, Morgan stared at the pager she had been issued when she started her internship. While she wasn't quite ready for college just yet, Alaric had at least allowed her to do work in her chosen field. Morgan, barring the ability to use her coven magic, had found that she most enjoyed healing people. So in addition to helping at vet clinics and earning a degree as a veterinarian, she was studying human anatomy and physiology. This would all eventually allow her to become the supernatural world's foremost doctor. If she was lucky enough to ever get to leave the boarding school.
Chatter about the upcoming graduation surrounded her, adding to her foul mood. Morgan was still angry with Alaric for failing her, saying she was not yet ready to brave the supernatural world as a young adult witch. Her blood still wished to boil as she thought of his words. "You still want to pursue the... controversial coven magic you possess. For your own safety, for the validity of the school to stay...Valid, I can't let you go until I know you're content not to touch it. it's too dangerous, Morgan."
Morgan startled at the sound of a tray sliding into place next to her and looked up to see her friend Milton staring longingly across the room where Lizzie Saltzman sat murderously devouring some cereal. "Hey MG."
He startled in turn. "Hey, Morgan. I can tell from your face that Alaric told you no. I'm sorry."
Morgan shrugged. "I'm still thinking of a way to ditch the graduation. Maybe I can fake a pager alert and run to the clinic."
MG thought a moment. "I could probably do something like that...But first, I need one favor of you." He rubbed his chin mischievously.
Morgan wanted to roll her eyes, for a second questioning her decisions to make the fae the main antagonists in the DnD campaign she was running. MG had clearly picked up their impish nature. "What will you ask for, I wonder?"
"Do some girl snooping and help me figure out Lizzie's mood on favorable gifts for that upcoming Sweet 16." He made huge puppy dog eyes at this, until Morgan sighed and stood.
"Alright, but I can't help my reactions if she teases me one more time, MG. A girl has to stand up for herself."
x
Alaric was in the process of finishing up his speech for the graduation that night when he saw a figure dart past his window. Sighing he stood and went to the door, opening it just in time to see Morgan rounding the corner to the door. He started to sprint, shouting for her to get back here, but she had enough of a head start to escape. Alaric hurried back to his office to check his pager and saw that she had been called to the vet clinic.
Weird. He could've been sure he had informed the clinic Morgan would be unavailable today. He'd have to talk privately with her when she got home. Speech forgotten, he sat back down to think until he no longer had time to dilly about and started sorting student mail. He stopped when he saw the medium sized package toward the bottom was addressed to his run-away witch. It felt light and even taped shut possessed a pungent earthen smell. A strong suspicion began to creep over him, and Alaric briefly debated the morality of what he was about to do. He should just give Morgan her mail and trust that she would use good judgement.
Then he remembered how she'd run from the graduation after saying she'd be there and he opened the box to find his thoughts confirmed. In a sealed bag was a heap of ashes. Someone had mailed Morgan what he could only assume were human remains. Or worse... supernatural ones. He clicked his tongue, again having an ethical dilemma before he opened the bottom drawer of his desk and threw it in, locking it. When he looked back up, Milton was staring at him from the doorway he'd left open. "MG don't-"
The young vampire had already blurred away. Alaric wanted to swear. Morgan would know now, one way or another. What a shitty day.