Room 217, Wednesday Evening

Savannah was sitting on the bed in her and Johnny's room. After the attempt to talk to Johnny about certain things in her head had gone nothing like she had intended -- and had brought up things she didn't want to think about, she had come back to the room to try to calm all of her emotions again.

She had tried to draw for a little bit because her art always helped her work things out, but so far all she had managed to do were sketches of Johnny as a kid and as a teenager --- and any one else she had come across as kid during the weekend.

Sighing, she set the pad down and reached for the grimoire she had been studying.

Witches cannot be princesses, her four year old self had said to Chris. Witches protect the princesses and others from danger.

She tapped her fingers on the grimoire.

Protecting people she cared about had become a serious thing to her... and since coming to Fandom, that group had increased in size. She tapped on the dark grimoire again. She had some darker witch magic... but there could come a time where that wouldn't be enough power. There was one person she knew that she could talk to about this and ask for help... and he would give it to her.

She looked at her cell phone thoughtfully. Did she dare...?

( Apparently she did dare, because she started dialing a number from memory... )

[[OOC: Benecio played by the lovely neurotic_witch.

ETA: Open]]

Room 217, Wednesday Evening

Savannah was sitting on the bed in her and Johnny's room. After the attempt to talk to Johnny about certain things in her head had gone nothing like she had intended -- and had brought up things she didn't want to think about, she had come back to the room to try to calm all of her emotions again.

She had tried to draw for a little bit because her art always helped her work things out, but so far all she had managed to do were sketches of Johnny as a kid and as a teenager --- and any one else she had come across as kid during the weekend.

Sighing, she set the pad down and reached for the grimoire she had been studying.

Witches cannot be princesses, her four year old self had said to Chris. Witches protect the princesses and others from danger.

She tapped her fingers on the grimoire.

Protecting people she cared about had become a serious thing to her... and since coming to Fandom, that group had increased in size. She tapped on the dark grimoire again. She had some darker witch magic... but there could come a time where that wouldn't be enough power. There was one person she knew that she could talk to about this and ask for help... and he would give it to her.

She looked at her cell phone thoughtfully. Did she dare...?

( Apparently she did dare, because she started dialing a number from memory... )

[[OOC: Benecio played by the lovely neurotic_witch.

ETA: Open]]