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Abigail Widdowson ([personal profile] acrookedchild) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-06-07 12:34 pm

A busy little witch (OPEN)

A) Scattered Pieces

It hadn't been easy to decide how to go about doing she knew she had to. The matter demanded subtlety but also needed to be understood. Humans couldn't know, and action had to be protected as much as possible from the Night Council.

Calling together the hidden members of Circle Midnight wouldn't be easy, but it needed to happen.

Separated, they were nothing. A girl could die, and there was no coven to demand justice for her. There was power in numbers, and they lacked that so long as they were all apart, hiding. Yet, after Barnet, it was fairly easy to guess the Night Council wouldn't just ignore such a gathering.

Abigail Widdowson knew she had to be careful.

On June 10th, she started her work.

Business cards were the best way to go about it anonymously, which was required for now. Once there were more of them together, something more public could be handled. At present, though, they all had to remain unknown. So the placement of the cards was paramount. The bookstores were her first stop, both chain and the 'New Age' sort. She knew the books actual witches would get, the things that would help them. She slid a card between their pages. Bulletin boards in cafes also received one tacked on when she could blend into the line or crowd to hide her activities; student activity boards at Capel Manor College, Southgate College, and the College of Haringey, Enfield and North London received similar treatment, as did Middlesex University.

As a donor to Capel Manor College and a student of Business and Management at Middlesex University, keeping an eye on those campuses was easy enough, especially since she spent time at Capel Manor College to help tend to the herb gardens. It made gathering the supplies she sometimes needed for her magic easy and less suspicious.

So, she made the cards with a rendering of a summoning circle (without any adornments, just as a dark spellbook would have it for the base of any summoning) on one side. On the other was text.

Do you recognise this?
Then I am a sister.
We must not remain isolated.

020 7946 0110



B) Looking for a Place

Mornings and any time between classes was devoted to her mundane studies. After classes were over, however, Abigail went from being a college student to being a witch.

She tried to be conscious of what territory she was in -- steering well clear of the Night Council and Redbright territories -- as she checked out buildings that seemed empty and wrote down the addresses.

Geap Manor wasn't a safe place for a coven to meet. The last thing it needed was more magical energy in it, especially in the form of young people who didn't understand the house. Even Abigail didn't completely understand what it was, but she knew to be cautious, and she knew it needed her alive, lest it fall into disrepair. Still, she wouldn't put others there.

Which meant she needed a place for the coven she wanted to form.

Haringey was possible, but it was also dangerous. With the vampires and werewolves both claiming it, she couldn't be sure anyone would be safe. Still, that didn't stop her from considering it and walking the streets, mindful of her surroundings. Enfield was another possibility. Neutral, unclaimed territory was probably the safest bet, but it also meant that there was no one to protect anything that happened there. Waltham Forest and Islington received most of her attention some nights. She knew a vampire, and she knew a werewolf, and she might be able to talk to them to have a safe place if she could find a property.

How she was going to buy it without getting her name attached... that was a separate problem entirely.


C) Harmless Little Thing

Abigail had wanted to take summer classes at Middlesex. She'd really, really wanted to. Creative advertising? Sounded fun and useful. Nuero-linguistic progamming? Hell yes. But she had to think like a leader. She had to devote herself to the coven she wanted to make. Later, she could figure out how to separate her time. For right now, she had to think of the others, even if she didn't know any of them.

She couldn't do much in broad daylight. Sure, she might find a place or two to come back later and hide cards, but, for the most part, she just had to go about her daily business. Stopping for coffee in a little cafe, going shopping for clothes she didn't need, visiting museums. Checking in on various institutions her family had donated money to for generations.

All in all, it was dull, and it generally left her anxious. There was a lot she could be doing, but she wasn't. Because she was too scared to move openly. Still, while she was alone, it wasn't smart. Or, at least, that was how she comforted herself.


D) Close Call - only open to first replier

Usually, Abby was careful. She had to be. But even she had moments of carelessness. Like when she was strolling down the street, sipping her cup of coffee.

The light changed, the signal to walk lit up, and she started to go. Just as a car sped toward the intersection without showing signs of yiedling to the girl crossing.

Someone from the curb might want to alert her or pull her back.


E) Wildcard!

Reply with a scenario, and we'll go from there!
rules_winter: (buisness casual)

[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-08 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
A hand went to her hip. Utter indifference to the threat. "Call." She offered. She didn't even know what the number meant. By no means would she mention that though. Really what would calling a number do for the girl anyway? "I could leave you alone," She offered, and lifted her other hand, tapping a manicured nail against her lips, " and perhaps I will, my insight might be more to your advantage than mine, after all." Might. Not likely although it would be useful to the girl, and her hand dropped again, the motion settling a cool veil around them leaving them in what almost appeared to be natural shadow. That magic, the girl could likely feel. Even as they spoke people started to ignore them again, fortunately it wasn't something Abby couldn't just walk out of.

"Make your decision, child. Do you still not know of what I speak? Or would you like to find somewhere you are comfortable and have a discussion on books and interesting things we find inside them?" Her head tilted a little. "No strings attached." That was the phrase, right? She was interesting. It didn't mean Mab wouldn't keep an eye on her if she refused but Mab was not going to beg the girl for an audience. She had more important things to do.
rules_winter: (ahh now you're entertaining)

[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-08 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Mab raised a brow and looked amused. Taking the card out of her pocket again, she flicked it once to lay a glamor on it and held it out to Abigail waiting for the girl to take it. If she did not, the card would fall to the sidewalk. The answer was given. After a moment of holding the card out she let it fall from her fingers and tilted her head once in admonition to the decision. Then she turned and walked away, starting to melt into the crowd only leaving behind the scent of freshly fallen snow and the card.

The card read:


Ms. Sommerset
020 7946 0204



Mab might not like the phone but that didn't mean she couldn't redirect a phone call to where she could get one.
rules_winter: (Arctis Tor)

(Just so we know what happened to it)

[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-09 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
The card sits on the ground for hours as people walk over it and the next morning as the sun rises, the glamor disappears, leaving her original card sitting there in the middle of the sidewalk for anyone to pick up.