olive specter – aondaneedles

Impromptu dinner party.

“You forgot your spellbook when you moved out.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I can’t really use it at college… And I don’t have time to practice my skills…”

“Just take it, dear. If you want to become a powerful witch, you’ll need it.”

*sigh*

Olive’s getting mellow. Back in the old days, she would have probably impaled the cafeteria worker with the spellbook stand to make a point.

Nervous tries to “Appello Simae”. Successful, it seems.

Olive, not to be outdone, decides it is time for Nervous to meet his family.

“Ugh, not again… Dearest Auntie, at least give me a call before you Appello me.”

“You could go to college if you’d like. I’m sure you could take some evening classes or something. I will make sure that every expense is paid for.”

Olive tries to make up for the lost time.

Olive never cooks. It’s just Toaster Pastries, but anyone who knows Olive knows that this is the equivalent of a feast.

Olive wants to offer Nervous a warm welcome, she really does, but casting powerful spells is exhausting and she isn’t the youngest anymore. She tells Nervous where to find the spare bedroom, promises him a party tomorrow and heads to bed.

“Welcome home, son.”

“Hey there, little one. Well, aren’t you just the cutest? Aw, stop crying, Mommy is… inconvenienced, but Aunt Olive is here, don’t you fret!”

“Wait! What are you doing here?! Where’s Loki? Don’t you dare-”

Olive wastes no time on that blond idiot. She is looking for something and the footsteps she can hear upstairs seem promising.