A Few More Moments

[Eithne O'Shea]

She giggled at Angela's suggestions for Alex, but the Sunday dinner invite made her pull up short. "Really? Huh. I... thought your mom didn't approve of us. Ah well, whatever. I think that should be fine." It still felt kind of strange, almost uncomfortable - but these were her Arun relatives. If it had been Vidas she would have had a few choice things to say in response to such an invitation, none of which would be 'Goddess bless you.' Not that she honestly thought any of her Vida relatives would dare. Hailee and Alex were still part Vida and recognized as such, sure enough, but relationships weren't that good between them. Hailee didn't want to be stripped of her power and cast out of the clan formally - she had too many enemies who would jump at the chance to kill a witch who was no longer a witch - or at least who no longer had the power of one.

Gah. She was not another of the perfect, icy, ever so controlled daughters of Vida, nor did she have any wish to be - but one drop of Vida blood in your veins and they all expected you to pretend to be one. Not that you ever would be as good, of course, because it wasn't pure. Or, at least, that was how Hailee perceived their views. Hypocrites.

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*gets to work catching up on all of her threads*

[Angela Arun]

"My mom? Ah, no. You could be thinking of Reilly's dad, her brother. Uncle Thomas is, well... Mom got the good genetics on that one." She snorted. She hated that man. She didn't understand how he and her mother even shared any of the same DNA, but whatever. Thank god her own father wasn't like that... but then again any man who thought he'd tell an Arun woman what was up had another thing coming. Like a fist to his face.

"Rest assured he won't be present. Mom likes you guys, she just never has time for anything. She's been making these wicked huge doilies around the house. I don't know why. She likes to crochet suddenly. I think ever since Dad took a job in the city she's had a lot of time to bury herself into strange old-lady hobbies, which is odd, because she isn't THAT old. I think if she starts buying cats, it's time to lock her up."

[Eithne O'Shea]

"I... I guess," Hailee said, still feeling kind of strange. She laughed a little, deliberatly breaking some of the tension. "You Arun types are rebels. I don't think Dominique much cares for us." And it was a little unnerving to have something so normal happen as an aunt ask them over for Sunday dinner. It's just... it had been so long of it mostly being her and Alex, without any of their witch relatives. And before that it had been their parents, with the few rare exceptions of when someone came to visit or they when to visit one of them. It hadn't happened often, and the trips had often been somewhat uncomfortable affairs - they'd never really known anyone that well. Not well enough to be really comfortable, certainly.

"Yea, sure, we'll be there."

[Angela Arun]

"Dominique doesn't even like her own kids, remember? She doesn't like anyone," she said, rolling her eyes. The Matriarch of the Witch lines had a habit of making everyone feel like they were left of center when it came to her, like they could never amount to her standards. If everyone only knew, heh.

"Anyways, I'd better get going. But Sunday, don't forget." She brushed herself off a little and looked down at her phone. "I'm supposed to go pick some crap up before I head out tonight. We should go to the mall sometime this week. Give me a call when you're free, I can just ditch class, okay?"

Angela was never the one to settle down and study.

[Eithne O'Shea]

"Yea - doesn't change the fact that when she says jump, everyone in the family pulls out their trampolines," Hailee said, a bit bitterly.

"Yea, sure, Sunday. And don't worry, I'll call you." Hailee tilted her head to the side a little. "You gotta go now, then? I probably should too."