Princess Grace Pendragon<br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</a><br/>The princess seemed sad to be sitting where she was, awaiting a call she hadn't received yet, when she noticed the other girl ascend the stairs.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"That entrance reminded me so much of my home. You waiting for the call to the deputy headmistress? Come, sit here, as I'm waiting for the same. Princess Grace Pendragon, how do you do? Feel like exploring once we're all signed up? Doubt well be in our class today."</span>The redhead stood, allowing the girl to sit before sitting back down herself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"I take this is also your first day?"</span><br/><br/>Kelly Davenport<br/><a class="js-lbImage" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/attachments/5165/" target="_blank">
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</a><br/>Her older sister already up and about, Kelly really wanted to make sure all was well with her before she went on to high school. Maybe Tiffany, the barista had seen her. She straightened her top with a frustrated look as she made her way to the cafe. She looked at the clock in the cafe, which (for Kelly) was so old-fashioned with it's Roman numerals and round face in a square frame. There was her sister behind a gabby girl who was hitting on Tiffany who was politely telling her to move along, as she was holding up the line.<br/><br/>Kelly lost her temper, but not fully, bum rushing the girl along saying,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"You dull sword's arse! She said politely to move along.... So scram!"</span>She frowned.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"My sister has been waiting long enough! Ms. Tiffany, will you grow a backbone... I won't always be here. Hi dear sister."</span>She'd wait for the return greeting before leaving for her first class.<br/><br/>Sabrina Spellman<br/><a class="js-lbImage" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/attachments/5166/" target="_blank">
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</a><br/>Sabrina Spellman was leader of a group of witches and other supers, along with a few, very few, humans who were followers of Merlin. Although she didn't know Martin Avery was Merlin, the half witch/half mortal was invited to be in the school of which that he was headmaster, with the stipulation she kept her school grades up, and joined Morgan's Witches' Club. That was fine with the freckle faced platinum blonde. She currently sat there in her medieval clothing, her preferred dress, whilst watching the goings on... Including Kelly's latest temper tantrum.. munching a pastry and sipping her coffee. Everyone knew she was a "Half and Half" and that was her derogatory nickname. She only allowed two people to call her that without being hexed. Both were right there in the cafe. Morgan, her club president and Elisia.... Who she kinda had a crush on. She blushed now, as she thought about her crush, watching her get ready to give her order. Salem, the cat who everyone thought was her familiar, (only Morgan, a fellow witch knew it was her uncle who upset a coven of angry witches who were already against Merlin) sat on the table, flicking tail back and forth in agitation, staring down both temper girl and li'l miss rude pants.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightslategrey">"If I knew how to zap with my tail... Both of those two would see stars!"</span>he huffed.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Sabrina glanced at Salem.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:beige">"Getting into a magic fight is what got you turned into a cat, Salem. You don't know if either of those two know magic. Behave."</span><br/><br/>Tiffany Brighton<br/><a class="js-lbImage" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/attachments/5167/" target="_blank">
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</a><br/>The blonde barista in the pink top and black jeans, gently told the girl taking up her time to think of the parties behind her when Kelly gave the customer the bum's rush.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"That's terrible customer service, Kelly."</span>She sighed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Elisia, I apologise for that rude customer before you, and your sister. Really not something one should see first thing. Either of those. Any pastry. On the house. To make up for that. What would you like to drink?"</span>Tiffany was always polite to all, whether they deserved it or not. It was just who she was.