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Nancy had some 'splainin' to do. And, for that matter, so did Allison. Who the hell randomly has knives in their boots, anyway? While Allison had been sick, Nancy'd brought over some soup for her, but due to said sickness, the two women had never actually sat down and had the conversation they were supposed to have had months ago.

The one where Allison explains the knives. And where Nancy explains that oh, hey, she's a witch.

So that's what brought them here, Nancy having invited Allison over to Cooper's place so they could be away from prying ears. When Allison arrives, she invites her in. "Can I get you something to drink?" Nancy of course is thinking about her fresh bottle of gin in the cupboard.

It really has been a long time coming. Between then and now, Allison has surely made some assumptions, met different people, tried to find some direction while living in London. It's been a little isolating recently, but that is her fault entirely. Maybe it's a bout of homesickness for a place that had only just begun to feel like home to her.

When she's invited to Nancy's ( boyfriend's? ) place, she doesn't hesitate this time. When someone has extended friendship, Allison knows better than to reject it.

She takes a seat in the sitting room, lips pursed to the side. "Ah – water's good. Please."

"Sure." Nancy glances at Allison, then with a flick of her hand, opens up a cabinet behind her, and floats a glass out. With another small movement, the glass fills itself with water, and sets itself in front of Allison.

"I thought I should break the ice, so to speak." Bad pun. Please forgive her. "But I'm a witch...?" Somehow it was a question on her lips. "I can do magic, and I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone." Please? She looks up at her hopefully.

"I'll answer any questions you have, too. Gods knows I've got my own."

"Not to assume but – I kind of assumed." Allison laughs, somewhat relieved at least to have that out in the open instead of speculating because. Well. It's cool. There weren't official witches in Beacon Hills, as far as she knew, anyway. She watches as the glass finishes filling itself before looking up at her friend once more.

Questions first, then her own confession later.

"Were you born a witch?"

Nancy laughs, thankful that the tension seems to have dissipated with Allison's response. "Phew- that was a whole lot easier than I thought." She exhales.

"No; I was bitten by a radioactive witch when I was seven," she tells Allison as if it's the simplest thing in the world. "'Course I was."

"Hey!" Allison laughs. "I thought that some people could practice witchcraft through learning, that's all." She's seen The Craft like ten times already.

She reaches for her glass to take a sip, needing to cool down from the summer heat outside; her hair, normally down, is pulled into a messy bun atop her head. "Are you part of a coven of sorts? A witch organization?"

"Nah, it's a born thing. There's a lot of learning to be done, of course, but..." she shrugs. According to Eames she wasn't that great of a witch, more or less. To her, she was just what she needed, and wanted, to be.

Nancy was the sort of girl who thrived on mediocrity, as it was.

Nancy tucks a string of her ginger hair behind her ear. "No. I could be, if I wanted, and I used to be, but I don't really get along with the witches in charge of... well, witches." She shrugs a bit. "It's really really complicated. We've got our own form of government, all the supernatural people. My boyfriend's actually on the Night Council." She pauses. "As the representative for vampires."

Sure you don't want anything to drink, Ally?

Drink? Nah, she can take it, she swears.

"So there's administration issues all across the board," Allison jokes weakly, holding her glass awkwardly in both hands, elbows tentatively settling on the table before her. "I know about them." She tries to smile and it looks more like an exaggerated grimace which isn't all that becoming.

But Allison has never backed out of anything because it made her uncomfortable.

"I'm a Hunter."

If Nancy was expecting Allison to freak out about her being a witch, then it was probably correct to assume that Allison was likely expecting Nancy to freak out about her being a Hunter.

Instead, she just shrugs it off.

"Yeah? With Hillingdon? How's Arthur doing? I haven't spoken t'him in a while." She smiles kindly. "I should probably get on that." Maybe a bit overexaggerated, but she wanted Allison to know that hey, it's no problem, so long as she wasn't about to try to kill her.

Edited (that last paragraph was a bad decision and I regret it) 2017-06-19 21:51 (UTC)

Well. That is one great sigh of relief though Allison hadn't known what to expect. Perhaps tentatively hoping for acceptance of some sort. The tension slides out of her shoulders and she leans back into her chair.

"I'm not very involved, to be honest," she admits out loud. "I help out sometimes - Arthur is gppd, by the way." She chuckles. "But I mostly go by my family's code. My family's from a long line of hunters."

"Good, glad to hear it." About Arthur. "I'll call him later." She gives a smile and finds herself mimicking Allison's posture.

"I can understand that- I actually know a few people over there. All really nice, actually." And most seemed not to want to kill her friends for the fun of it. Which is more than she can say for a lot of other creatures.

"Really? Ah, can I ask what code that is?"

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