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Who: 15 year old Evie Hargreeves and YOU
What: Evie and that time she magically dyed her hair blue AF and couldn't change it back.
When: Teen years. Roughly 15ish years old.
Warnings: Probably some swearing.
Evie was a diligent and hard-working witch. She was a perfectionist. She wanted to get things right before missions, so she worked hard and frequently on spells. Father always found new ones for her to try, and she mastered them quickly! And then got bored.
This was where the trouble started. This was where the trouble always started. Evita Hargreeves gets bored, Evie Hargreeves gets creative.
Evie does dumb shit like adapt a glamour spell so that instead of a full body change, it only changes a little. Like her hair. Which has been blue for about a week.
Finally, father insisted she change it back and she tried. Repeatedly. So often, in fact, that she could do the spell without reading from the book. But none of it worked. She tried mixing her own potions and for brief moments they appeared to work!
But then that blue would shine through again within minutes, just as vibrant and as bold as ever. In fact, she was sure it was coming in even brighter than before just to spite her.
So she tried box dye. And when that didn't work at all?
The scream of anger and frustration and sheer annoyance from Evie was said to have been heard for a few city blocks.
Which is an exaggeration, it wasn't that loud? But the whole house sure heard it and any empaths in the house sure felt all the rage and annoyance and fear and frustration in that one elongated howl from Evie's bathroom. It lasted for about 40 seconds, for anyone interested in that kind of thing, and people will find Evie staring into the bathroom mirror as the brown literally falls off in chunks, leaving her long, blue hair still on her had.
Just as blue as ever.
"No. NO! NO, OH GOD! NO!"
Finally fed up with what was happening, Evie balls up her fist and punches the mirror, thus also receiving a few good cuts on her knuckles, red blood showing up aggressively on her naturally pale skin.
She won't notice right off, but someone should probably help her, there.
"What the hell do I do now?!" she says again, the question for anyone nearby. Please help. She's in a panic.
[ ooc: as stated, a blast from the past post! this is teen evie. dogpile the threads, make them all one, long reaction post. ]
What: Evie and that time she magically dyed her hair blue AF and couldn't change it back.
When: Teen years. Roughly 15ish years old.
Warnings: Probably some swearing.
Evie was a diligent and hard-working witch. She was a perfectionist. She wanted to get things right before missions, so she worked hard and frequently on spells. Father always found new ones for her to try, and she mastered them quickly! And then got bored.
This was where the trouble started. This was where the trouble always started. Evita Hargreeves gets bored, Evie Hargreeves gets creative.
Evie does dumb shit like adapt a glamour spell so that instead of a full body change, it only changes a little. Like her hair. Which has been blue for about a week.
Finally, father insisted she change it back and she tried. Repeatedly. So often, in fact, that she could do the spell without reading from the book. But none of it worked. She tried mixing her own potions and for brief moments they appeared to work!
But then that blue would shine through again within minutes, just as vibrant and as bold as ever. In fact, she was sure it was coming in even brighter than before just to spite her.
So she tried box dye. And when that didn't work at all?
The scream of anger and frustration and sheer annoyance from Evie was said to have been heard for a few city blocks.
Which is an exaggeration, it wasn't that loud? But the whole house sure heard it and any empaths in the house sure felt all the rage and annoyance and fear and frustration in that one elongated howl from Evie's bathroom. It lasted for about 40 seconds, for anyone interested in that kind of thing, and people will find Evie staring into the bathroom mirror as the brown literally falls off in chunks, leaving her long, blue hair still on her had.
Just as blue as ever.
"No. NO! NO, OH GOD! NO!"
Finally fed up with what was happening, Evie balls up her fist and punches the mirror, thus also receiving a few good cuts on her knuckles, red blood showing up aggressively on her naturally pale skin.
She won't notice right off, but someone should probably help her, there.
"What the hell do I do now?!" she says again, the question for anyone nearby. Please help. She's in a panic.
[ ooc: as stated, a blast from the past post! this is teen evie. dogpile the threads, make them all one, long reaction post. ]