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Bea was getting a headache from the flickering lights. 

It was probably because of the tumour in her brain. She shoved a hand into the pocket of her leather jacket and pulled out a pair of red tinted shades that she slipped on to protect her sensitive eyes. It hid the strange glow within them each time it went completely dark. It made it more difficult to look around the strange room they’d ended up in. Fucking [i]rich people[/i] decorations. Felt the opposite of homey. Who the fuck made their floor pink?

From behind the shades, her sharp green eyes swept across the other people as they appeared. None too impressive. All looked a bit outta place with each other. A strange gathering… made sense when it was cause of a letter about magic.

There were a fair few 'familiar' faces. An elf who worked at the diner Bea had been to a few times with her dad. A couple of people she was pretty sure were in school when she was. The kid- no, he must be an adult now. Maven? Mason? She remembered he worked on Coney Island a couple of times as a highschooler. Had she been in highschool to when he first did? She didn't remember. Didn't matter. She didn't think she'd been assistant manager then, at least. 

[color=475ca0]”Definitely planning to kill us all, or build an underdogs team to succeed where actual heroes fail,”[/color] Bea muttered under her breath to Rowan. 

[color=535264][i]All fail, all fail. Failures.[/i][/color] One of Bea’s longterm shades whispered. They gathered around her, jagged edges flitting around the room as the lights went on and off. Nobody else could see them but they were constantly there.

More too. Fuck, there was more of them. 

[color=535264][i]Buuurrrnnnn…[/i][/color] One of the new ones, edges flickering like flames, pressed against her leg. She frowned, ignoring it, and trying to focus on what was happening.

Everyone was doing introductions, like they were in an alcoholic anonymous session going round the circle. The prankster- Lena- even suggested they share their magic. What next, their deepest problems?

No thanks. 

[color=475ca0]”Bea.”[/color] She said shortly. Only Lena with her fireball and another guy, Ethan, admitted to having magic. Some were chattier than others. Her gaze moved over to Belladona, who'd had an equally curt response. A kindred spirit. Someone she'd not have to talk to. Thank fuck, cause the rest of the people in here were shaping up to be annoying. 

Not that she expected to have to be around them much longer. Just to find out whatever was up. Preferably a way to get rid of the fucking whispering shadows haunting her. 

[color=535264][i]Never… leave you…[/i][/color]
[color=535264][i]Stuck, you’re stuck with us.[/i][/color]
[color=535264][i]We’re yours.[/i][/color]

How comforting. Some of the shades she hadn’t been able to get rid off, no matter how hard she tried, crowded her. The new ones joined in the fun too and their whispers started to fill her head, completely blocking out what was going on around her.

[color=535264][i]Burrrnnn… WHOOSH![/i][/color]
[color=535264][i]I’ve found you, I’ll never leave, you’re mine…[/i][/color]
[color=535264][i]You’re nothing…[/i][/color]
[color=535264][i]I’M FALLING AHHHHHH![/i][/color]
[color=535264][i]Everyone you love will die.[/i][/color]
[color=535264][i]Glub glub glub glub.[/i][/color]
[color=535264][i]They’ll fear-[/i][/color]

[color=475ca0]”Will you fucking shut up for one minute!”[/color] Bea hissed, eyes narrowing into a glare. Nobody else could see the moving shades or hear their whispers. Only Rowan knew about them. So she could be talking to [i]anyone[/i].