A Summoner's Mistake (TheDaftStudent)

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

Isidora Blackwell (Izzie for short)

22


Witch

Specialty: Weather Control (Unfortunately, they are more controlled by her emotion than her concentration)

Isidora comes from a long line of very strong and important witches. Everyone who is anyone, knows the name Blackwell. Her mother was one of the strongest witches yet, and growing up people always expected the most out of her. When she was going through lessons, people wanted her to be perfect, but unfortunately to her family name...she hardly ever was. Most if not all of her family, looked down on her for this. Everyone, except her mother who was always supportive and uplifting.

Of course Izzie worried about tarnishing the family name, but with her mother around it didn't plague her so much. But eventually her mother fell ill, and died and it wasn't long after that, that the rest of the Blackwell family exiled her. She wasn't a great witch like her mother, and so when she was forced to leave, Isidora set out to become a much better witch so that her mother would be proud.

Izzie is sometimes a hot headed woman, her emotions can be rather strong. She's passionate, mostly hard working though sometimes sleeping sounds better to her than working on spells. You can always find her with her nose buried into a book, though she also loves music and sings often. Animals seem to gravitate toward her, and she doesn't find it hard to make friends though she avoids people usually.

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Spoiler

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Name: Nicodemus Archleone


Age: 1,982


Birth: 4/03/0033


Image: "Nick"


Race: Demon Familiar


Alliance: Those I make contracts with, quite obviously.


Type: Ice


Goal: ".....heh."

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

((Alright, here's my first stab at it!))


It had been a long night, though Isidora wouldn't have minded normally, but all she wanted to do was figure out a spell. Pouring over it for hours, she became more and more frustrated as time went on. The words made sense, and she had all the right ingredients and drawings. So why wasn't it working!? Frowning, Izzie slammed her grimoire closed and puffed out her cheek in frustration.


She found out earlier that month, that she was supposed to get a familiar. Of course that was something that most witches if not every witch had. Her mother had one, she'd been a short portly woman with grey hair. When she'd come around, she was always helpful and Mother seemed to get some sort of energy boost from her being around. Though, of course, she had no problem finding a familiar considering she was so well liked. They did, after all have to choose to answer your call. Surely, Izzie thought, I'm not so awful that everyone is ignoring my call. She wondered, as she sat on her bedroom floor staring into the light of a candle, if her reputation of poor magic proceeded her.


"Jerks..." Isidora mumbled to herself, and with irritation threw hair form her face. It was long and tended often to get in the way when she was trying to focus. Things, hair included, seemed to always get in her way when she was trying to do something important. Sighing, she pushed herself to her feet, "Well..." Izzie sighed, stretching her arms out to either side, "There's no point in sitting around." If someone was going to answer her, they would, and all she could do about it was wait. There wasn't a valid reason to keep bugging whoever was over there (on the other side) they'd just continue to ignore her, and she'd just become more and more frustrated.


Some hot tea was in order, she'd decided. So she stomped her way into the kitchen, mumbling profanities about familiars as she went. The kitchen wasn't huge, but for her to live out on her own, it go the job done. She never had trouble with the small space, and she didn't eat much so it wasn't as though she spent much time there. After filling a kettle she walked over to an already blazing fireplace and hung it over the flames. For a while she stared at the orange and red that licked up the side of the brick scorching it until it was black. Why didn't someone answer her? She wasn't that bad was she? Isidora stood there for a while, still and staring, until something pulled her back. She hadn't known what it had been, so she shook it off and walked back to her room. Izzie was about to open her closet when the glint of gold caught her eye. Through the window the moonlight shone through, bright, pale, and it glinted of a metallic sheen. Looking back, Izzie noticed now in the middle of her summoning circle was a gold coin. "That's...weird..." She frowned slightly and walked over to it. And with slight hesitation, she picked it up. It was warm in her hand, and she flipped it over and few times. It wasn't like any money she'd seen before, and it certainly wasn't something she'd already owned. Was it a token, or was someone trying to pay her off to stop the spell? "Gods, I didn't know I was that hated..." She rolled her eyes and tossed the coin back to the ground. It clanked loudly on the wood and the floor started to shake, knocking Isidora off her feet.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

The shadows slithered around her ankles as she walked the cobble stones of the village proper. The sun had set long ago, and the hounds had come out to play. Noises echoed through the village. Howls and cries and whimpers. A chill ran up her spine. There was no light other than the moon and stars, yet still the shadow she cast was vast and alive.


"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?" A voice called out. She turned her head to see a man coming out of one of the houses beside her. He was dressed rather well, but there was something on his suit. Dark splotches all over his under shit and pants. There wasn't enough light to tell what it was. He grinned a wicked little grin and started to move towards her slowly. She returned the sentiment with her own confident smile. As he moved towards her, his skin seemed to pulse and his hair started to grow thicker. She outstretched her hand towards him and readied a spell on her lips.


The man paused, unsure. He hadn't expected to fight a witch. He hadn't heard of any witches in this village. She spoke a word and he steadied himself for the spell to land.... but nothing happened.


"WHAT!" She cried out before trying to cast the spell again, and then switching to other spells. Nothing was working. Her magic just seemed to be gone. Her eyes went wild with terror as she called out a name into the darkness.


"Nick!"


The only response with a cackle from the shadows. The werewolf attacked her. As he fed, he swore he saw something out of the corner of his eyes. She was still casting a shadow. In fact, her shadow never moved. It never mirrored her. And now... now, it was smiling. He could very clearly see a smile on the shadow's face, where the light from the moon seemed to be hitting the wall behind it. It was eerie. A day later the wolves decided to move on. To find a new village. Before they left, though, one of them found a silver coin. It was well worth a lot in this country. He pocketed it and moved on.


This little silver coin was used to buy tickets to another country. Which was then given as change to someone making another purchase. This man carried with coin a long ways before he found need for it. He sent it to another country for his cousin to use. He instructed her to exchange the money he'd sent at the local bank for her country's own currency and use that. When the girl got her money, she found there was one less silver coin than what he cousin he promised, but there was a copper coin from her country.


Over time the coin traveled the world and was owned by many people. People from all walks of life. It was on a journey. Where it was heading, no one but the coin could say. Then, one day, it found it's destination. It all happened, in much the same way these kinds of things do, by coincidence. It's not as if someone or something could have planned it.


A little gold coin sat on the ledge of a small child's window. The window was up and she was telling her parents about how the tooth fairy had brought her a coin in the night. She said it was a strange coin - one she hadn't seen before. Her father said that perhaps the coin was from a different country. Maybe she could keep it to show off. Maybe, with time, she could start a collection of coins from around the world. Wouldn't that be neat? The sun glint off of the coin and caught the eye of a bird. This bird had a love for all things shiny, and swooped down and stole away the coin.


The sun began to set and the bird kept on flying. A gust of wind hit them bird and it dropped the coin. The coin fell and fell until it hit the brick chimney of a rather lovely home. The coin bounced a few times and then fell down down down into the chimney - into a fire. The soot and ash muffled the coin's landing, and still it bounced until it landed on its side and began to roll. It rolled and rolled until it came to a gentle stop and landed silently on its side in the middle of a magic circle.


And there, in the circle, it found the thing it had longed for.


It was picked up, and the darkness smiled.


Nicodemus yawned silently and opened his sharp yellow eyes to find that he was standing in the shadows behind a woman. He stretched out his arms and tried to wake himself up. Perhaps a bit too much. The floor boards began to move and tremble and it threw the woman off her feet, though the ones under his were motionless and silent. She didn't command a presence, it would seem. She wasn't... strong, per say. Saying in the shadows he smiled a wicked little grin and brought her attention to him with a simple purr of the word, "Hello." The shadows hid all of him, but his eyes and perhaps even the suggestion of an outline. This was clearly the work of magic.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

It made her jump at first, Isidora had thought that maybe her summoned familiar would have come from the circle. But, to her slight surprise was behind her, hiding himself in the dark. The room had stopped shaking, and Izzie pushed herself to her feet, brushing off her skirt. She was wearing a simple top, black as was common in witch attire, and her skirt puffed out complimenting her frame. Inquisitively Isidora glanced around the room, nothing seemed to be different save for the eyes staring at her.


"So it worked?" She asked, not really looking for an answer. She couldn't see what the familiar looked like, only that he was tall based on the position of his eyes in the dark. "I'm Isidora, though...I'm sure you've already figured that out considering trying to find one of you is like a dating ad," She rolled her eyes and impatiently brushed some silvery hair out of her face. It glinted in the moonlight that streamed from the window, which was now the only source of vision in her bedroom. Her candles had gone out upon this familiars arrival and Izzie guessed that these things had a taste for showman ship considering he still hadn't left the dark.


Walking over, she flicked on the light to reveal what her guest looked like. He was tall, as she'd guessed, but he looked a lot more human than she'd been expecting. In fact, he was handsome, and she couldn't help but stare at him for a moment mouth agape. When she'd realized what she was doing she closed her mouth and shook her head to clear her mind. "I'm sure you know why you're here, I mean, you have been doing this for a few thousand years or something...right?" Most familiars have been around that long, considering they only grew strong with each witches death.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

The lights to the room flicked on and cast away the shadows, for the most part. His own seemed to grow from the light. He looked like a human, in all respects, with his yellow cat like eyes being the only distinctly nonhuman aspect of him. His shadow, on the other hand, showed horn like objects growing from his head, much like those on the African antelope the Impala. "I would liken it to something more like speeding dating." He remarked as he slid from the corner and moved around her to give her a once over.


As he moved around her, his left hand could be seen toying the a coin. He was moving it between his fingers quickly, and with each digit that it connected to - it changed. A gold coin from a country long since dead, a copper coin from a nation currently in the throws of a terrible civil war, a silver coin with the face of an emperor, and so on. The size changed, the shape changed, the metal changed, and yet he moved it like it was still the same coin. He stopped to stand before her, his coat tails and shadow moving in a manner to suggest he was sporting a long tail, but none could truly be seen.


"Yes... I've been doing... this for a while now. It is my understanding you wish to make a contract. You wish to have a power which only I, or more over that my kind, could give you." He smiled, his teeth showing - sharp and animistic, as if he were exclusively a carnivore. "I am Nicodemus Archleone. I've come to offer my self to you. It's a simple contract, really. To be completed, you need only accept my rather simple terms." He continued. He took a few steps back from her and stopped play with to coin.


"We shall make a contract together, and as such our souls shall become bound together. We will share our power with the other. This will make you stronger, and it'll do basically the same for me. Considering I'm a rather powerful being, you're life span will be extended by at least two centuries. During which time I'll stay by your side to do with as you please. Including protecting you from all harm. Upon your death, I shall absorb your powers and ability and use that to aid the next darling witch to summon me. I shall grant your every desire and grant you control over you powers that you'd never thought possible. Power beyond belief."


His voice was assuring and yet authoritative. He knew the words to follow before he even got out the proceeding ones. He'd done this a million and one times before and this was but second nature to him now. Contracts. Such simple things when the terms weren't negotiated on. He held out a closed fist towards the girl before him and said, "These are the terms of my contract. If you agree to them and wish me to be your familiar, all you need do is take this coin from my hand."


He opened his face to show that the coin he'd been playing with was now sitting in the palm of his hand. The coin now appeared as a small silver coin featuring the side of a man's head. He had curly hair and a thick beard and there were words around his head in a foreign language. It was clearly a very old coin. The era in which it was made was long past gone and only remembered in history texts as a time of conquerors, heroes, and gods. Should one look at the back of the coin, they'd find what was once another face had now been destroyed and replaced with a rune like symbol of unknown origins or meaning.


Nicodemus waited for her response, patiently.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

Isidora watched him as he slunk around her, there was something about him that threw her off. Something that told her he wasn't to be fully trusted, he was far to eager and pushy for her liking. There was something more than power he was getting from this, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to find out what that was. Frowning she stepped back from him, "I don't know....you're not....what I was expecting..." She shook her head. For only a moment she wondered if that would offend the thing standing in her living room, but a moment later she did not care.


Her very own Mother's familiar was kind sweet and small, she didn't radiat darkness nor have a smile that turned your stomach. "Not to be the bitch witch...but I think I might keep looking...or speed dating like you called it." She smirked at the comparison, it was very much what it was like. Izzie wondered then, if maybe you were stuck with him now? Maybe this wasn't like shopping for a new broomstick, you didn't keep going you only got one, and one alone. But Nicodemus did not seem to be all to shocked by the fact that she wanted to see what else was out there. Her lavender eyes looked him up and down again.


"I don't know if you go back the way you came, or if you leave by the front door...but, do one of those please," She folded her arms across her chest, making it even more clear that she wasn't in the mood to be taking his offer. Why did the only one to respond have to be the creepiest one possible? It never seemed that anything was going her way, and now she couldn't even find a proper familiar. Her shoulders slumped at the thought, and she turned to walk over to her bed, not even looking to see if the thing she'd summoned had gone.


My family was right, Izzie thought, I'm no where near my mother...just a disgrace to the family name.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Nicodemus nodded and sighed, "As you wish. Just know that there are many a type of familiar. We are drawn to witches that fit us the most, or that we fit the most. Those we will better us, or those we will better - in one aspect or another." He moved over to stand beside her bed and place his coin down on the stand next to it. "You may soon find that not all is as it seems." He said with a soft chuckle. "I expected more from a Blackwell." His tone was taunting and when he looked at her, his eyes gleamed with laughter. It was a complete switch of tones.


"When you're ready to meet again, pick up the coin. I'll be around." He offered before walking towards the corner he'd first shown up in. He stood in it, just as he had when she first saw him, and snapped his fingers - sending the room into darkness again. Except that when the lights came back on - he was gone. Or rather, he appeared as such.


He was still there, simply waiting for her - in the coin. Should she try and summon any familiars - none would come. The familiars knew better than to interfere with his "hunts". She'd already touched the coin, so they were already bound - but she had to verbally and formally accept him for them to be able to truly share their powers with each other. Or become "bound", as the familiars referred to it. When the shadows disappeared, he didn't leave, but instead became part of her shadow. He would be with her now. A little would in her head.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

Isidora felt like she'd been hit in the chest with a brick. It was as though someone came at her and threw the brick as hard as they could knocking all the the wing out of her. This thing...it knew just how to hurt her, and she cursed herself internally for letting it work. How in the world had he known--well of course, there wasn't a person human or magical that didn't know of the Blackwell family.


Frowning, and looking up at the ceiling, tears filled her eyes. They weren't out of sadness, but guilt and anger. She wished she'd could, for a moment, ream that familiar's neck. But it wasn't his fault that she was a shame to witches everywhere. Tears spilled down her temples, and into her ears. Quickly, she wiped her eyes and sat up, this wasn't going to stop her. She was going to make a name for herself is it was the last thing she did.


-The Next Day-


Izzie had been out and about, practicing skills in a near by gathering of trees. Though control of the weather was her specialty, and the only thing she had talent in, she loved to grow flowers. It wasn't something all that...helpful, to her learning new skills but it calmed her. After the long night she'd had it was worth taking the time to grow wildflowers in the grass. Isidora was humming and turning flowers into crowns until something caught her off guard. Something was watching her, waiting for her to make one wrong move. Quickly, she sprang up and looked around.


She hadn't noticed it before, but all the animals had stopped making noises. There wasn't wind, cicada's, or birds. Without thinking, Isidora broke into a run. Heavy footsteps were coming up behind her and when she glanced back there was something that looked like smog following her. It gurgled and gasped, and though it wasn't apparent where it's feet would be she could hear them slamming against the ground.


Like an idiot, she'd left her broom at home, and in her fear rain and lightning had started to pour, wind was whipping around causing her hair fly back in a sort of she warrior type of way. "Shit!" Izzie exclaimed, as she slipped slightly before sliding into her house. She slammed the door behind her and paused briefly to catch her breath. After, she ran into her room and started paging through her grimoire, hoping to find something -anything- about the thing that was after her. "What the hell!?" She exclaimed and threw the book down on her bed. It didn't have what she was looking for, and she spun twice in a circle looking for something to help her. Slamming on the door had begun, and there wasn't much time before that thing was going to be on top of her. That was when she caught sight of the coin from the night before. Sighing heavily in annoyance about what she would have to do, but she didn't have the time to ponder it anymore.


"C'mon, C'mon!!" She shouted, as she ran over and snatched up the coin. "I need your help!" She stared at the coin and waiting for something to happen.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

"Well of course you need my help." Nicodemus said coolly as he leaned against the door the pounding was coming from. "You've seemed to have pissed off a Belker. I don't know how, but you did." He tapped his fingers on the door and ice started to form where his fingers were hitting the wood until it began to spread across the door, muffling out the pounding noise and reducing the impacts from the monster on the other side. When it was frozen over he moved away from the door and smiled confidently.


"There!" He said with a wave of his hand at the door, "Sans danger~!" He laughed and turned on his heel to face the girl in the room with him. "Miss Blackwell, I'm surprised. I'd have thought you'd found yourself a familiar more to your liking." He teased, suggesting he knew better - but leaving room for the possibility that he might be honestly surprised. The pounding on the door continued in the background as he moved closer to her. His eyes were more friendly and carefree than before, and he was obviously in high spirits. He himself knew this was because she was stuck with him, and he could tempt her continuously until she finally accepted his offer.


He looked at the coin in her hand and motioned towards it. "Does this mean you're going to accept my contract, or are you just teasing me - Isidora Blackwell." He asked, a slight frown forming on his lips. "Beautiful girls like yourself are the cruelest when you tease a poor man's heart, like mine." He whined weakly, before a small chuckle bubbled its way to the surface and he smiled pleasantly. He moved back to the door and pressed his hand to the ice, ensuring it was still stable. The Belker could wait for this conversation to end. This might be the motivation she needs.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

"You're so full of shit!" Isidora wasn't exactly the politest but she didn't really seem to care under the pressure. The slamming was still there, even if she had to strain to hear it. The look on her face suggested that she was afraid, and the weather outside was giving it away. Thunder was booming, and lightning was cracking. "GODS!" She shouted and kicked over a chair in frustration. She wasn't sure if getting in with this guy was a good idea, considering she didn't exactly like him. But he probably wasn't going to help her if she didn't.


Pacing back and forth Izzie frowned, and shook her head, "Fine!" She grumbled and looked back over to Nicodemus, "I'll do it." She threw her hand out toward him, she didn't have the time to deal with this things shenanigans. All she wanted was for him to hurry up and get this over with. The smug look on his face annoyed her, but she did her best to ignore it. She'd have to punch him in the mouth for it later. The ice on the door was beginning to crack, what ever this thing was it wasn't going to stop until she was dead.


"Will you hurry up!?" She demanded, and threw her hand out to him again.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Nicodemus' eyes flashed with the crack of lightning outside and he smiled. He snapped his fingers and the world went dead. There was no sound at all. The pounding from the door had vanished, the rain outside had stopped coming down, and there was no longer thunder and lightning. Nicodemus had out his hand to her, offering it for her to take - but in his palm was the coin. She no longer had it, he did. He stepped close to her, so that she need only reach out to take it. His foot steps made no sound. It was, quite literally, as if all of time and space and reality had stopped in the moment he'd snapped his fingers.


The room was alight from a flash of lightning outside, but nothing moved - the light did not fade. Even then, it was as if frost had started to cover the windows. There was a chill in the air and though his smile had faded to a serious look, his eyes were still aglow with glee. Satisfaction, even. He offered the coin to her again, saying simply, "You know the terms of my contract. If you agree to them and wish me to be your familiar, all you need do is take this coin from my hand." In a room where your breath gave off steam from the suddenly chilled air - his didn't. His blood was as cold as this room, if not more so.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

Isidora frowned and snatched up the coin quickly, in that moment she felt electric. Her hair stood up on the back of her neck and her body filled with power. When she looked at Nicodemus now, there something else there a bond that pulled her to him and she wondered if it felt the same for him. Everything snapped back into motion, but the weather had gone back to normal. The pounding was louder now, like the new bond they'd formed was pissing off the creature more than she had already before.


"What do we do?" She asked looking over to Nick, not sure what he was going to do. This was new territory to her and she didn't know how she was supposed to talk to Nicodemus. Was he her friend, or just someone like a co-worker and she frowned at the thought of that. It wasn't as though she'd had many friends, and he might have been creepy but she wouldn't mind having someone to spend time with. Even if he was full of crap.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

That moment she took the coin he could feel her and him connect, and time and space went back into action as if nothing had happened. The chill vanished and warmth came back. "Why, dearest Izzie," he purred turning to the door as the ice shattered and the door clicked, slowly opening. "We kill it, of course." He started for the door as the tips of his fingers turned to sharp ice like claws. The door opened fully and the Belker came into the room. Its eyes were on Isidora until it saw him. Then it saw Nicodemus. It gurgled out noise that could almost be considered a word, but Nicodemus jumped up and came down right where it was, plunging through the beast. He hissed a word in a foreign language and the thing turned to ice and exploded. Belkers weren't exactly strong.


Nicodemus stood in the center of the ice pile that was once the Belker and looked back at Isidora. He smiled and bowed to her, "I have vanquished the foe, mistress." He stood straight and walked around her home, looking at things and investigating her dresser drawers and closet. "I don't suppose you have another bed, do you?" He asked before taking off the mantle her wore. After a short period of undressing he was down to just regular clothing. A lot less dramatic looking than before.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

Isidora was staring while the whole thing happened, Nick moved too fast for her to react. It was only a moment before the beat was gone, hissing in rage as it was destroyed. Someone had sent that thing to find her, they weren't the type of creature to hunt. In fact they weren't smart enough to do so. Their senses weren't the greatest, and their attention span wasn't very long unless they were angry. Someone sent an angry Belker after her and she figured over time she was going to find out exactly who that was. Without really noticing at first, Isidora looked over to find that Nicodemus was walking around her home, pawing through things and undressing.


"An extra bed?" She frowned while she thought about it, and looked around. "Well, my couch folds out into a bed...though I've never understood why I had it..." Izzie jerked a thumb over her shoulder and walked into her room to join Nick. People didn't come to visit her often or ever. Considering her family had made her a sort of social outcast in the magical world people didn't go out of their way to talk to her or see how she was. It made it hard to keep going and learning sometimes. Most of the time she wanted to give up and hide away forever until she aged and died, but then she thought of her Mother and wanted her to be proud.


"I'm sure you've figured this out...with the whole Belker situation," She sat down on the edge of her bed and ran her fingers through her hair, which was still damp from her weather fit, "But, you've got a huge task being my familiar...I'm pretty much a crap pile when it comes to magic..." She shrugged as though it didn't bother her but it was clear it did. "Thanks, by the way," She said and looked up at him. "I'm really not surprised you're the only one who showed up..." Isidora said off handedly and fell back onto her bed. Her hair fanned out around her, and sparkled in the sunlight that shone through her bedroom window.


"Also...we need to fix my door...I have a feeling that this wont be the first and last time we see something like that..." Only next time, Isidora hoped she'd be more prepared.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Nicodemus listened to her as he walked around and then laughed. "A huge task, eh?" He said as he closed the door and locking it - displaying that it was still fully functional, even if a little broken. "I think you've been kept in the dark about a lot of things, Mistress." He purred as a smile spread across his face. He started to walk towards her, slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. "You seem to think you're weak," he started, "And that you're the black sheep of the Blackwell clan." He loomed over her, his eyes intense and gazing into hers. "But you're so very wrong. The Blackwells are not a magically gifted clan. They're weak. Possibly the weakest clan of magical mortals to exist." He stated simply.


He lowered himself so that he was sitting on his knees next to her, still staring intently. "The Blackwells are weak. What makes them special is that they have an abnormally large magical potential. In fact, the Blackwells might possibly be the strongest of all the magically inclined mortals - their potential, that is." He reached out and touched her hair lightly, distracted by its luminosity from the sun. "Only by becoming bound to a familiar do they open up the gateway to their potential. Hard work and practice for years and then they are at their peak capabilities." He continued, distracted by something else now, looking away in the distance. "The Blackwells cannot just contract any familiar, either. They must contract one that matches their specific potential magical ability. Meaning that they attract different types of familiars, depending on their potential." His eyes slowly shifted back to her.


"Meaning that from birth, they're destined to meet one specific familiar. One that is their perfect match. One that will is best for them." He finished and then moved away from her, back to her dresser and started digging through it. "I've been watching you for a long time. I find it curious they never told you about any of this... not even her." He paused before pulling out her clothing and letting it hit the floor in a messy pile. He'd picked a smaller drawer. He wasn't shy about it, either. "I've been bound to a select few of the Blackwells over my life time. Your mother..." He finally paused entirely and looked over at her before saying, "She wanted to contract with me, but I turned her down." He let it sink in before going back to clearing her drawer until it was empty. He pocketed a single item of her clothing and then started stuffing items belonging to him into the dresser. "You, mistress, are going to be much stronger than any member of your family ever has been." He said softly, almost too quiet for her to hear.


And he knew he was right. He could sense her magical potential. She could be almost as strong as him. She was almost his equal, truly. Nothing he'd said was a lie. In fact, he only rarely lied. To protect himself, and that was it.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

Isidora sat up, glaring, "Put that back," She demanded, having noticed he stole something from her dresser. "It seems I got the short end of the stick when it came to getting stuck with you." It was meant partially as a joke, but she also sort of meant it considering he was annoying her so badly. Running a hang impatiently through her hair, she sighed, "What about my Mother?" She snapped, clearly touchy on the subject. "Why wouldn't you have wanted to be with my Mother, she was an amazing witch!"


She scooted toward him so that she was sitting behind him at the edge of her bed. Watching him, this seemed all to familiar with Nick. He did the motions as though he'd done them a hundred times before, though of course, he had. Though that was true, it didn't stop her from being any less annoyed. The more her pushed, prodded, teased, and did as he pleased the more upset he became. Izzie was used to being alone, not having someone tear through her life in the way that Nicodemus was. It wasn't something she liked, and she very much wanted it to stop. "There's a closet out in the hall, put your things in there!" She said and pushed herself to her feet. Quickly she picked up her clothes and shoved them back into the drawer before Nick had the time to put anything in it.


"You're pushy and I don't like it." She was cutting him off now. Ice radiated off of her and it was clear that she was unhappy. On the inside she was focused on not accidentally lighting something on fire and burning her home down. "If I'm going to be so powerful, you'd better watch it." It was and empty threat, because she needed him to help her get there. But it made a point, he was over stepping his bounds and she wanted to deck him for it.


"Get. Out." She pointed to the couch in the living room, and the pull out bed fell open. "You're there, and so is all of you stuff." He may have been there to help her, but this was her home and she wasn't just going to let anyone come in and take over. Him making himself comfortable wasn't something that her Mother's familiar had done, at least not in this fashion. She'd moved in with them of course, needing always to be with her Mother, but she wasn't pushing and annoying in this way. Isidora stood firmly then, making it clear she wasn't going to budge from the subject until he obeyed. "This is my home, and you're not gonna fuck it all up for me." She snapped and folded her arms across her chest. Izzie's cheeks had begun to turn slightly red with frustration as she waited for Nick to respond.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

"You know," he said as he gathered up his things and headed for her door, "You're cute when you're angry."


He stepped out of her room and went for the closet to put his things away. He didn't return the article of clothing he took, either. Instead he put it with his stuff in the closet. This was, in all honesty, just more to anger her. He didn't lie: she was cute when angry. With that his day was basically finished. He went to the couch and pulled out the bed. It was... boring. No sheets, no blankets, no pillows. That was the be expected, of course, but still. He snapped his fingers and the bed was made. Black sheets, black comforter, black pillows with equally black cases. Pretty much perfect. He pulled the blankets back and got onto the bed, laying down.


He laid on the bed for a moment before calling out, "Hey! It's kinda lonely in here. You sure you don't want to help me out?"

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

Isidoras rolled her eyes and appeared into the doorway of her bedroom. He'd made his bed, and kept her clothing, "Shut up!" She shouted and chucked a shoe at his bed. It hit him in the waist and she slammed the door. He was so frustrating and she'd already had a long enough day, she was going to bed and sleeping until she couldn't sleep anymore. Though, that probably wouldn't be long considering that there was a lot of new power surging through her. Frowning, she went into her bathroom and stripped out of her dirty clothes. After a quick shower she'd be ready for bed, and then for at least a solid eight hours she wouldn't have to worry about her new found familiar.


-next morning-


It was late in the morning while Izzie still was sound asleep. The sun had come out and was gleaming through the window, causing her hair to gleam. Dust danced in the light rays, slowly but in an oddly methodical sort of way. Her room was void of personality, there weren't photos or memories of any kind. Her sheets were a plain purple color without a pattern and the only thing that really pointed to her being a witch was her grimoire sitting on the table, and her broom leaning in the corner. She'd tossed and turned all night, grumbling in her sleep. It hadn't been anything that made any sense, but clearly she wasn't sleeping well.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Nicodemus had slept soundly throughout the night, keeping the shoe that had been thrown at him next to his pillow. He had plans for that shoe. He woke with the sun and went to work. He went back to his closet and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. An hour later he stepped back out, closing the door behind him. He went to the couch and closed it back up, folding the sheets and blanket. He took them to the closet, once again stepping inside and closing the door. When he came back out, he was smiling. Closing the door once more, he was satisfied with what he'd accomplished. He'd made himself at home here. He'd turned the closet into another room. A bedroom. He'd made it perfect for himself. Anyone that opened it would see a closet, but if he opened it - it'd become a door way to his room. His secret home.


With that he went straight to work on breakfast. He made a feast, though it took up all of Isidora's food. She didn't have a lot. Was she poor? Had she just not gone shopping? Regardless, they most likely couldn't eat all of it, so they'd have food for dinner and lunch - if she didn't mind breakfast leftovers. He spent an hour or so making the food. He tasted everything, making sure it all tasted right. He made all the classics and some things he'd picked up along his life. When it was all finished, he checked the time. A lot of the morning had passed already, and the lazy witch had yet to get up. He made up the dining room table, in a rather fancy manner, and laid out silverware and plates - and then the food. He put down drinks, milk, orange juice, water, and even wine. Whatever she'd want. With it all set up and ready he went back to her room.


Nicodemus stood in Isidora's doorway for a few minutes, watching her sleep. She was a curious woman. When she didn't wake up after ten minutes, he did what he'd been waiting to do. He grabbed the shoe that had been thrown at him and threw it at her.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

Isidora stirred, groaning in disdain when the shoe hit it's target. "Five more minutes," She mumbled into her pillow and pulled the blanket over her head to block any more advances. Sleeping wasn't something she did often, so when she did get some good sleep in it was hard to wake her. She'd fight you all the way there, even if there were better things waiting for her in the world while she were awake. Though she'd been having bad dreams, she'd rather risk them and catch up on sleep than avoiding them like normal.


However, one of the only other things she loved more than sleep, was food. In her half sleeping state she sprung up from her spot. She was sitting up now, eyes still closed and hair sticking up in odd places. She had dark circles under her eyes making it clear that she had a rough sleep that night. "Did you make food?" She asked her eyebrows knitting together in annoyance and tiredness. There was a struggle going on inside of her now, to be annoyed and wake up, or just go back to sleep and pretend that Nicodemus wasn't there.


Izzie rubbed her eyes and threw her arms out in a stretch, "Thank you..." She said finally laughing sleepily and ripped the blankets off of her. She was wearing a tank top and pair of pajama shorts. "Good thing I have my eating shorts on..." She murmured and finally opened her eyes for the first time that morning. The sun stung and she winced, forcing herself not to close her eyes completely. "Dumb sun," She grumbled and swung her legs over the side of the bed and standing up.

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

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