THE FANVIDEO AND AFFILIATIONS
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WE FIGHT FOR OURSELVES NOW
The worst place for Trish to hone in on her hipster rite of passage was definitely Sanctuary. But she be damned if she didn’t love it there. Trish may not have the best power ever (she really wishes to talk to animals was on the list of powers she had) but being surrounded by like-minded individuals – not hipsters – was refreshing. Oh and the free wi-fi. She was sure the high-speed internet was not comparable to her neighbor’s crappy internet she always could guess the password to. Nothing in the rule book says internet stealing is a ‘bad thing’ and could ‘make you a warlock’. Sometimes the teachers at magic school really liked to exaggerate.
Why Sanctuary? Well, Trish needed to download the latest episodes of some tv sitcom she guiltily enjoyed watching after school let out. She couldn’t even think of downloading anything on her neighbor’s internet without it crashing, so here she was. A minor bonus was never seeing any of her students here. And if she did, they shared a very perplexed look and a meeting during lunch hour. The last thing Trish needed was her diva actors to be actual diva witches or something. She wasn’t trained to deal with magical training, that’s why she’s not working at magic school like a certain sibling of hers.
She took her order of a medium iced green tea and sat down at a two-person table. She needed to get to work. Work being her illegally downloading episodes of a tv show. But it still worked. As she tapped away and started the download, she noticed a familiar face coming into the place. Her cousins were an interesting part of her large, extended family. Compared to her, everyone in her family was super successful, knew twenty thousand languages (the whitelighter half is cheating), and were well off. Meanwhile, Trish was too stubborn to accept help from anyone, live off of ramen for most of her grad life, and when she finally got a job, she refused to live at home. What she lost in savings, she gained in pride? Trish wouldn’t admit it, but she regrets the decision her younger self-made, for sure.
Tapping away at her laptop to close out of her download window, Trish leaned against the back of her chair and raised a brow at her cousin, Olivia. ”Saving the world yet,” she asked in a sing-song voice. She’d be lying if she said she’d even remember what Olivia did. She could barely keep up with her siblings.
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