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Saturday, finally a day that Aphrodite could have some semblance of peace and quiet. Well, sort of. She had to set up for the Full Moon Ritual, though the thought of it left a sour taste in her mouth. Ugh, Neferet had wanted her to invite the lovely <i>Zoey Redbird</i> to the Full Moon Ritual tonight. Why, <i>why</i> had she been so kindly nominated to be the poor sucker fledgling that had to show the new kid around? Then again, Zoey was kind of an incompetent, from what could be understood about the fact that she <i>magickally</i> fell over, hit her head, and her Mark just <i>conveniently</i> expanded. Aphrodite had, after all, heard all of the details.<p />

Shit, though, her head was pounding, even after she'd taken a couple Advil. Sure as hell felt like she was hungover, after the morning she'd had. She'd been talking with Deino about the ritual tonight and what they would need, only to lapse into a horrifying vision given to her by Nyx. Nothing like feeling as if you're on a boat and drowning, only to have yourself pulled under the boat, into the motor, and chopped into meaty little pieces. Deino had kept quiet, though. Aphrodite hadn't needed Neferet pretending to mother over her for having a vision when in reality, the High Priestess couldn't give two shits about her. Or about anything in general, really. Neferet was a bitch, and there was nothing more to it.<p />

Didn't change the fact that she felt like she had a horrible hangover, though. At least her hair still looked good. As always, of course.<p />

That vision, though... Her mind briefly went back to it. It had been more than just horrifying. And strange, too. As usual she'd been kind of an overhead observer, watching what exactly happened, but this time she'd <i>felt</i> it. She'd felt how he'd been torn up, drowning, unable to suck in a breath--<p />

<i>Crash!</i><p />

The sound of the Spirit candle falling from her hand alerted Aphrodite's attention, and she realized her hands had been shaking, and she'd lost her grip on the candle. It'd smashed right between her feet, though luckily it looked like it hadn't cut her toes. Shit, she had to be more careful. Muttering, she grabbed a broom from the closet and quickly swept up the glass and bits of candle, tossing it into the garbage. That meant she'd have to go to Nyx's Temple and get another damned candle for the ritual. Sighing in annoyance, she put away the broom and opened the door to exit the rec hall.<p />

That was, however, until a cute little third former pretty much plowed headfirst into Aphrodite's boobs. No word of a lie, the girl had her head down just enough that Aphrodite, wearing heels, had her boobs at eye-level for this girl. Or head-level. Whatever the hell you'd want to call it. Aphrodite stumbled back from the impact, a little disgruntled but waving off the annoyance. Either the girl was a fool, or just hadn't been looking. Either way, she was lucky Aphrodite <i>wasn't</i> in a totally bitchy mood, otherwise the blonde would've had a mouthful for her.<p />

That was, however, until she realized just who that <i>silly little Third Former</i> actually was. Zoey Fucking Redbird. Neferet's new little pet fledgling with the expanded marks. The one person Aphrodite had hoped <i>not</i> to encounter, because <i>now</i> she was required under Neferet's orders to invite the damned girl to the Full Moon Ritual tonight. <p />

<i><span style='color:#03805B'>"Oh God! I am so sorry!"</span></i> Bitch mode or nice? For shit's sake, she wished the answer to that wasn't totally obvious. She couldn't be a bitch, not while she was the leader of the Dark Daughters <i>and</i> obligated to invite Idiot to the ritual. Granted, having her part of the Dark Daughters might mean they'd get a good refrigerator tonight. Maybe the perky Okie Stevie Bumpkin Rae would volunteer. She'd tasted pretty damn good, after all.<p />

<b>"Graceful. I do hope you liked the show, because I don't just let <i>anyone</i> smush their face into my boobs. I'll give you a free pass this time, but next time, you at least owe me a twenty. Something this beautiful simply isn't free, after all."</b> It was meant to be funny, but Aphrodite came off as quite snarky, as usual. Good, though. The girl would learn not to mess with her. <b>"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little Redbird girl. Enjoying the House of Night yet?"</b>
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<b>TAGS:</b> Zoey Redbird
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