RP Log // Charmcaster, Julie // Open to any
Rating: PG, though this may get adjusted
When: The day after Gwen ambushes Julie in the library, around lunch time
Where: The student union
Summary: Charmcaster can be perfectly nice when she wants to be, and has no problems with using Gwen's friends to get closer to Gwen.
Warnings: None, but that may change
Charmcaster had long ago learned how to wait. Patience was an absolute necessity when you were a witch, after all. You couldn't force some things to happen to fast, otherwise the whole spell would blow up in your face (and sometimes take your eyebrows with it). Getting Gwen was going to be one of those things where she would have to exercise every ounce of patience she had. But thankfully, she had a lead, she had a face, and she had a name.
It would have been better with a full name, then the spell would have been more precise. Gods only knew how many Julies there were in this university.
The spell itself was deceptive in it's simplicity; all it took was a little chalk, one easily dispatched mouse, a pizza crust, and a few words spoken just the right way. You're hungry, you want pizza, come to the student union...
Getting the register to break without making everything electrical in the building go out what going to be a lot harder, but this was a start.
Of course, if this Julie was the kind of girl who paid for everything in cash, then it was back to the drawing board.
When: The day after Gwen ambushes Julie in the library, around lunch time
Where: The student union
Summary: Charmcaster can be perfectly nice when she wants to be, and has no problems with using Gwen's friends to get closer to Gwen.
Warnings: None, but that may change
Charmcaster had long ago learned how to wait. Patience was an absolute necessity when you were a witch, after all. You couldn't force some things to happen to fast, otherwise the whole spell would blow up in your face (and sometimes take your eyebrows with it). Getting Gwen was going to be one of those things where she would have to exercise every ounce of patience she had. But thankfully, she had a lead, she had a face, and she had a name.
It would have been better with a full name, then the spell would have been more precise. Gods only knew how many Julies there were in this university.
The spell itself was deceptive in it's simplicity; all it took was a little chalk, one easily dispatched mouse, a pizza crust, and a few words spoken just the right way. You're hungry, you want pizza, come to the student union...
Getting the register to break without making everything electrical in the building go out what going to be a lot harder, but this was a start.
Of course, if this Julie was the kind of girl who paid for everything in cash, then it was back to the drawing board.