I am flesh and I am bone

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. ]

Fair warning; Peter was trying to fix Elliot. Elliot ran away and is probably hiding under couches or up in corners.

[ Elliot being the animatronic dragon Peter made her when they were sixteen. With a few upgrades over the years (And one instance where someone found SKYNET-like coding in his 'protect_evie' protocols and had to rewrite it) Elliot is his own ball of chaos. More ferret than dragon, Elliot has a thing for scaring people and Evie didn't get to him in time to activate the Sleep function. ]

If you see him, keep your eyes on him and let me know where he is. Remember; he likes chasing light reflections so if you can get your watch or something to flash on the walls? You'll have him for a few minutes.


[private to harry:]

How do you feel about coming to the house tonight? With all my siblings and family here? This isn't a meet-the-family thing? Its just they're here and I don't really have a reason to drive back to my apartment.

Original birthday plans had been cancelled. October First was when she was supposed to go get drinks with friends from the small playhouse they worked in, but they couldn't coordinate a time. And now, when she was sure a time had been coordinated and she'd received confirmation from her friends that yes, Etty's Bar was in fact where they were going today, and yes, they'd all be there at seven like they told her...she was pretty sure her so-called-friends were assholes. No one was here. And at 7:23 after she'd texted them to ask where they were, they replied with something along the lines of they changed their mind.

That was fine. Evie was still going to get something to drink and enjoy it on the porch of Etty's.

Sure, it made the birthday a little lonely, and she was actually pretty pissed about it. But this was Evie Hargreeves. She's been through so much worse than being alone on her birthday. Again.

With a small smile that really doesn't reach those pretty eyes of hers, she orders a Guinness from the bartender and shows her ID.

It takes a little bit of arguing with the guy to get him to understand yes, she is in fact of age, and he's almost about to deny her her alcohol, but relents when Evie insists that is her real age.

Beer in hand, Evie heads out to the back deck. Overlooking a lake, it's actually a pretty nice spot to get some quiet. And okay, she's aware it's a little sad to be drinking alone. But fuck it. Fuck it all to hell. She's getting her first beer, friends be damned.

Finding a pretty porch swing to sit on, complete with cushions and room to stretch her legs out as she watches fireworks go off at a distance, Evie settles in and decides this might not be that bad.

Until, of course, a group of people come onto the porch, laughing and being loud. The look she gives them, for just a second, is hopeful. But she recognizes none of them and frowns a bit, giving the guy with the blue eyes who caught her glancing at them a small smile and a soft wave of apology. Sorry to bother you, even if she really didn't. She'll just be over here, drinking her beer and making a slight face at it because it's mildly gross.

Don't mind The Witch.