Tereѕα Procтor.

Aʟsᴏ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ. — SUPREME

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@Effulgentisms Tess rolled her eyes. As if the “all else” would fail for the only necromancer in the coven. She took a long sip of her latte as she followed Brie around the rack. “I hope you know I’m no help there. I’d sooner stick the sewing needle in my eye than in a dress.”

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@Effulgentisms “We? Make what?” Tess said, a few steps behind Brie. She didn’t know the first thing about fashion unless it involved black or leather. Otherwise it was up to Brie. “Do you mean you’re going to alter it?”

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@Effulgentisms Tess scowled at her full name, but wandered in anyway. She waved to the clerk behind he counter while she waited for Brie. “Alright. What are you thinking?” she asked, deciding to just cede to her friend’s shopping bug.

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@Effulgentisms —than repeat an outfit.

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@Effulgentisms Tess groaned and quickly put the lid back on her latte before she was dragged away. She nearly tripped over the curb in Brie’s haste.

“What if I just wear something already in my closet?” she said, already regretting it as the words came out of her mouth. Brie would rather die—

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@Effulgentisms —she said and opened the top of her latte to sip at the whipped cream.

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@Effulgentisms Tess raised her head from being nearly completely engrossed in her latte, suddenly remembered they were supposed to be dress shopping.

She looked up again to the Plum’s shop sign and puckered up her lips in thought. “This place was vintage in 1980. You really want to try?”—

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@Effulgentisms ––If they were going to have a reputation, she would play into it as much as she could. "Something spooky I hope."

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@Effulgentisms

October rolled around and suddenly everyone was in the holiday spirit. You’d think in a town like Salem it would be all year– in some ways it was. But in October it was like a switch.

Salem High embraced Halloween with open arms. Student government hung—

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@Effulgentisms Tess snorted and shook her head. "Then you become retro? I don't know how fashion works," she replied. As they rounded a corner they gathered more friends and Tess waved her hellos. "What should we do for Halloween this year?" she asked as they walked, maybe a bit too loudly.––

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@Effulgentisms —many vintage stores left you haven’t cleaned out yet.”

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@Effulgentisms Tess spun around, trusting that other students would get out of her way. They always did. “You don’t have to do that you know. You can call me in the morning and I’ll drive,” she said, pulling out her phone as it dinged in her pocket, “Don’t want to ruin your clothes. Only so—

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@Effulgentisms —hocus pocus shit around here if our mascot is a witch all year? Ya know?” She turned and leaned her head on the locker next to Brie’s. “We need more jack-o-lanterns. AP pumpkin carving. That’s a class I’ll get a perfect grade in.”

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@Effulgentisms Tess decided to turn away from the hallway and instead towards Brie. “Nah, that’s adorable, and totally spooky. Hey, this is mine,” she said, and almost absently reached for the lipstick tube that was on the top shelf. Then she put it back. “Anyway. What’s the point of all the—

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@Effulgentisms —Grace’s annoying. Which means the latter will keep talking. “Happy October,” she added to Brie.

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@Effulgentisms Tess shrugged her shoulders. “Kind of want to see what happens,” she replied, keeping her voice down so no one notices she’s watching. She tilted her head so it leaned on the wall, even though her bangs fell into her eyes.

Julia didn’t seem to want to say a word in reply to—

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—newer to the coven, and poor, clueless Julia Jones looked more and more annoyed by the second. Tess herself watched from the corner down the hall, hands in her jacket pockets with an amused grin.

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—gathered all the witches in her generation into their own little friend group. The mortals found them a little unsettling.

“You know, Jules, don’t you think it’s kind of insensitive to use this culture for decorations? Like they’re real people and they work hard...” Grace was—