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Gossip Girls (closed to Nancy)

It's the lunch time after the night before, and Lydia is nursing a champagne hangover. She keeps her sunglasses on even in the little cafe she's tucked away as she nurses a strong coffee.What a stupid night. Lydia's dreading seeing the papers. Although the incident with Samantha was minor, and the woman perfectly polite, Lydia sees it differently. In her mind, it's a massive blow. It's like she's been rejected, a little bit, from the best society.
Feelings hurt, she's text Nancy to meet her. Nancy listens. And Lydia loves to be indulged.

She pulls out her phone and texts Nancy.

'Hurry up. So much to tell you! MWAH! xx'

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"We can be our own coven! The Lewisham Lovelies." Lydia grins again.
"You're such a good friend, Nancy. You've literally talked me down off a ledge. I was ready to pack 1 up and move to the sticks where no one would ever have heard of me or Samantha or anything. Look! I've even looked up flats to rent in Manchester."
She goes to thrust her phone under Nancy's nose.

"I mean,if you want to?" She adds, after a moment's hesitation.

She laughs at the idea, but doesn't comment on it one way or another, at first. She's still sore about her last coven, and she was quite worried how her own position in the world would effect Lydia. She seemed the sort of girl to have that be a huge deal for her.

"It's no problem," she says, shaking her head. "Then you'd have to start all over with making friends, and I'd rather not have to go out to Manchester to see you. It's far."

She pauses, taking a moment to remember what it was Lydia was talking about. "Oh- Uhm, I don't know. I'm still a little... burned, I guess, from my last one?"

"Oh. Okay." Well, that wasn't expected. Lydia can't help but look completely put out. She hadn't expected Nancy to completely refuse her, or if she did, she at least expected Nancy to invite her to her coven.

"Well, I suppose it's at least something you don't want me to go to Manchester. I'm not sure I could deal with the rain."

Never in her life has she missed her sisters so much. But, the thought is fleeting, and she ends up saying with a grin, "Well, can we at least bitch about Samantha over a bit of cake then?"

"I'm sorry," she intones, and she does mean it. It was better that way, though, and Lydia would probably understand that in the long run.

"Exactly. Stay." She pats the table, and when she's satisfied, she leans back a little. "Perfect. I'd love nothing more. Because she's a right bitch."

"Shall I get coffee?" Lydia doesn't really give Nancy an answer; she's already standing up, purse in hand. "And when I get back, you can tell me exactly why you think she's a bitch."

Nancy's not getting much of a choice in her coffee: Lydia orders a latte and a cappuccino and brings both back to the table, along with a couple of slices of millionaire shortbread.

With a grin, she says, "So, how has our dearest mother ruined your life?"

Nancy will take whatever coffee Lydia does not want. She's never been a picky eater. She hasn't been able to afford it.

"Funny you should say our," she rolls her eyes. "I met her for the first time on the Night Train- obviously I was there with Cooper- anyway, I went to speak with Sylvia- who is also a bitch, for the record, don't waste your time with her- and she told me I wasn't a witch. Called me a traitor. Because I'm dating Cooper." She rolls her eyes. "There's a word for women like her."

"But you are a witch. You can't just stop being a witch because of who you love. That's stupid." Lydia's brow furrows as she works out what Nancy's telling her. "Unless like, he's turned you, I guess. But you don't look like a vampire to me."

She takes the latte and sips. "If that's why you don't want to join a coven, then that's stupid, Nancy. You should do it just to anyway to wind both of them up. I don't care if you date a vampire - especially if he has fit friends!"

"I know- and he hasn't turned me. I don't want to be turned. Ever. Cooper knows this." Gods she hoped he did.

Alright, cappuccino it is. "I know you don't. But I think to join a coven I'd have to be Daybreak. And I can't join Daybreak. No way in hell. Not with the way I've been treated by them." Shit. This was going to get bad, if Lydia kept asking questions. She'd have to explain all about Midnight, her friendship with Abigail, and... everything.

"And certainly not the way they're treating fae right now."

"What are they doing?' This is possibly the first properly serious conversation that Lydia has ever had, and she's feeling a little bit out of her depth.

"I didn't even know you couldn't be part of Circle Daybreak. Samantha acted like I'd said the most stupid thing when I said I was a member."

She breaks off a bit of her shortbread, and crumbles the biscuity bit between her fingers.

"Are they really bad?'

Nancy shakes her head. "I think, by default, you're Daybreak. There's nothing else to be, really, anymore." She takes one of the cakes and starts picking at it.

"Oh, yeah. They're all about the capturing of fae, right now. Using them as familiars. Forcing them, really. Slavery's wrong. We all know that."

"But…slaves? Oh come on, Nancy. It's not the seventeenth century. Like, I get that you're bitter, but that's a bit ridiculous." Lydia might be gullible, but she doesn't like to think that she's that stupid. She wrinkles her nose.

"They can't have slaves, can they?'

Nancy presses her lips together.

"Yeah. You can bind a fae to a form, or-" she considers adding gin to her cappuccino, but remembers that that would be disgusting. "There's this thing called a slave ring. The wearer is under the influence of the person who made the ring, so long as they wear it." Subconsciously, her right hand goes to her left middle finger, rubbing at the base of it.

"There's a lot of things you can do with magic."

"And they're doing it?" Lydia's horrified. She's never heard of such things before, and overcome with it all, she doesn't notice Nancy's action.

"But Daybreak… I thought they were good?"

She nods grimly.

"I think good's... a matter of perspective. Sometimes you think you're doing something good, but to others, it's bad. But you can be really convinced it's the right thing." She'd thought what she'd been doing her whole life had been the good thing. It was only when she got older she realized just how bad it was.

"And my definition of good doesn't match up with Samantha's vision."

"So what am I supposed to do?" Because obviously this is all about Lydia. "Do I stay in Daybreak with these women you're saying are doing these horrible things or…" She's in way over her head here. Except, she doesn't really want to look like she's struggling right now.

"Maybe it's not as bad as what you think? Maybe they're not actually doing that." Please let it be some sort of misunderstanding so they can go back to superficial bitching.

Nancy didn't think the rumors were necessarily false. She'd met Samantha. She was a very matter-of-fact and she'd so much as stated her beliefs about witches and familiars. Besides, she trusted Eames' information. For better or for worse.

"You can stay in Daybreak. You just don't have to agree with that policy. I mean- hey," she gives a fake smile, "maybe I've just heard wrong. I'd love to be proven wrong." She doubted it, however.

"So how are things on the boy front? Any eligible bachelors?"

"I don't even care." Lydia grumbles. "I just want a bit of fun."

She brightens considerably when Nancy moves topics to boys. "Oooh well, you know?' She shrugs.
"There were some good lookers at that stupid party. I didn't get any numbers though. I was too embarrassed.You're so lucky, you know, Nancy? Just finding a guy just like that.If you can do it, you think I would have been snapped up the instant I set foot in London!"

"Well, good thing London is full of handsome men, right?" She smiles at Lydia, trying to ignore how much her words actually sing. If she could find a guy. She'd found lots of guys, thank you, and they paid her for her time. But Lydia doesn't know that, so she swallows her thoughts.

"After Bill it took me a few years to find someone. And even then, before we got together, I'd already known Cooper for a year."

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