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Just got home from Disney. Too exhausted to think. Will get you something in the morning~ I had the idea that Ella and Stephen may have been close friends as children, and they drifted apart as they grew, maybe because of Stephen's growing feelings for her. Perhaps all four of them, Ella and the royal children, were closer when they were younger, and now just Ella and Avril maintain that close friendship. Just an idea that I wanted to run by you.

Fairy Tale (closed. RE: carsgovroom only)

Ella had only a few precious memories of her mother. Her mother's soft hair, her kind smile, her gentle touch. And then she had been gone, taken by an illness that had swept through the kingdom one winter. It had devastated her father, who had become withdrawn for a very long time after losing his beloved wife, and Ella had been alone and confused and sad. Luckily for her she had had her godmother, who had always been a loving presence. For years Ella hadn't see a queen when looking at Cassandra, but her mother' best friend, her godmother, a woman who loved her like family and accepted her into her home. She knew that she was special in a way. Ella's godmother was the Queen, after all, and the palace was a second home to her, one which she was able to come and go as she pleased. The royal children had been her playmates and she still had a close relationship with at least one of them. She had never let it get into her head, though. Cassandra's embrace was welcome and warm, and Ella held her godmother's arms and smiled up at her, blushing slightly when the Queen told her she looked stunning. "Thank you, Godmother." Thomas was happy for some attention when Cassandra gave it to him. He had truly loved his wife with all of his heart, but Julianna's, and now Ella's, close relationship with the Queen and the royal family had always been a source of pride for him. "Even more well now that we are here, My Queen," he told her. "As always we were honored to receive your invitation." With one last look between godmother and goddaughter, Cassandra bid them to enjoy the party. Ella gave her godmother's arms a final squeeze before her father swept her away again. They wandered and mingled for a few moments, Thomas proudly reintroducing her to some of his noble friends, when Ella caught sight of Avril again and noticed she was surrounded by several young man. Ella considered the princess to be one of her best friends, and she could see the disinterest in her eyes. She excused herself from her father, and made her way over to where Avril and her admirers were conversing. "Princess Avril," Ella said, curtsying quickly. She looked at her friend and smiled, letting her knew she was intending to rescue her. "You look absolutely breathtaking this evening."

Fairy Tale (closed. RE: carsgovroom only)

They hadn't really needed to take the carriage to the palace, but her father enjoyed the splendor of it all. The Lord Thomas Beauchamp with his daughter on his arm, both in their finest dress, arriving at the palace steps in their grand carriage, personal guests of the Queen herself. He was a good man, his daughter knew this, as well as a loving father. But sometimes she feared he loved his title and position too much. Ella Beauchamp's fingers fidgeted nervously. She enjoyed attending the balls and the parties at the palace, she truly did, but she was always afraid of something going wrong. Stepping on her dance partner's toe, tripping while descending the stairs after she'd been announced. These were little fears, meaningless ones that never happened. Her father assured her she had too much of her mother in her for that. Her mother... The late Julianna Beauchamp had been a woman of beauty and grace, and Ella often feared she could never live up to that and regretted all of the years they had lost after Julianna's death when she was a child. Perhaps she was nervous every time she attended a ball because her mother was not there to see and guide her. They had been escorted from the carriage to the door to the hall, and she could hear the merriment already in full swing inside. Her father spoke quickly to the announcer, and Ella smoothed the fine red material of the gown her father had bought for her a few months ago, checked to make sure her brown hair was still swept away from her face and secure in it's up do, and touched the beautiful silver necklack around her neck, the one her father had given her before leaving their home that night. The one that had belonged to her mother. "Lord Thomas Beauchamp and his daughter, Lady Ella," she heard the man announce, and her father took her arm as they were ushered through the door. They descended the steps, looking around them at the ongoing ball. The dancing, the splendid decorations, the nobles and royals in their best wear. Ella never tripped once, smiling and nodding politely as she passed. Her father swept her across the hall to were the thrones stood, and she briefly caught the eye of Princess Avril and smiled excitedly. The stopped before the King and Queen, and Thomas bowed while Ella curtsied. "Your Majesties," Thomas addressed them humbly and respectfully. Ella's head rose slightly so she could meet the Queen's gaze, a gaze she had known and loved her entire life, and her smile became softer. "Hello, Godmother."

Fairy Tale (closed. RE: carsgovroom only)

Cool cool, I will work on my response~

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Sounds good~

Let's Have Some Fun [Cas-Adv]

Bump, with new ideas added.

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Aggie turned to eye him in response to his first remark, slight amusement in her gaze. "Ah, well, I'm not a miracle worker, Cameron. I'm just me. Help, on the other hand...I can probably do that." She said it reluctantly, and she hadn't wanted to say it. Unfortunately she'd never had much of a choice when it came to helping him. Blackmail was a strong word, but it was basically what Cameron had done the very first time he had wandered into her life and requested that she assist him in his investigations. Aggie had, of course, attempted to refuse and to maintain her neutrality. Unfortunately her neutrality was the issue. For years Aggie had avoided joining one of the several witch covens in the local area. Sure, covens provided support and protection and all sort of other perks, but they were also old fashioned and heavily regulated. Aggie preferred being a free agent, but unaligned witches were not allowed to sell their services in anyway, such as operating an apothecary, to the general supernatural community, regardless of coven, council, pack, or alignment in general. Aggie had gone ahead and opened such an apothecary anyway, starting a dangerous, illegitimate, and essentially illegal business, and at first everything was fine. The Kettle had become a convenient spot to get easy access to potions, ingredients, recipes, and herbs. Her customers were too satisfied with her goods, products, and services to go blabbing about it to the authorities, so they stayed silent. Even a few higher ups in the supernatural scene purposefully turned a blind eye to her activity. But Cameron had not been one of them. He was, however, willing to continue looking the other way as long as she helped him out whenever he asked for it. So after a bit of blackmail a reluctant partnership was born. She knew that she could end it anytime. All she had to do was align herself with a coven and legitimize her side business. Lord knew there were plenty of covens who wanted her to join them. But Aggie hated politics. He asked if she had any idea what kind of being could suck the life out of people like what was being described in the file, given the assortment of being she did business with. Aggie shook her head slightly. "You know I don't ask questions," she replied as she flipped through the file again, grimacing slightly at some of the pictures. "But there might be something in my grandmother's bestiaries." Agnes Brier came from a long line of witches, and her relatives and ancestors had done years and years of practice and research, and they had written everything they had learned about spells, potions, herbs, and all sorts of subjects in a large collection of journals that Aggie currently possessed, having inherited them from her grandmother. There were more than a few journals dedicated to the supernatural beings that currently or had at one point inhabited the world. Cameron mentioned needed to speak to the vampire elders again, and Aggie closed her eyes briefly and took a breath. "I'm sure you remember my connections inside several of the local vampire families, yeah?" She turned to look at him and after a moment said, "I can try calling in some favors. Try getting us meetings with some of the elders. I think at least a few of them might agree to meet with you if I ask hem. I can guarantee Henri Moreau seeing you, at least." She had a long history with Ian's family, and her sister was currently the Moreau family witch. "I can do that for you, at least. For now, anyway. And I can let you look through my bestiaries. Maybe there'll be a clue in there somewhere." She studied him for a moment, before inclining her head towards the back door. "You can look through the books upstairs while I make some calls."

Tangled Webs

I'm almost out of work so I should get the post up today sometime.

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Ooh that sounds interesting, too. I'm thinking of things for Ian to do while Cam and Aggie are investigating. Perhaps and he and Dahlia run into each other a bit later. In the evening maybe.

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I was a regular watcher for seasons one through three but I fell behind because of college and can't catch up. But I am familiar with the vampire lore from that show. Ian and other high class vampire families could all have rings that witches make for them that allow them to walk in the sure. We'll where this first investigation leads, then maybe we can introduce new ones. Maybe a freshly turned vampire would be an interesting future plot line for Ian.