Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, Saturday, All Day

[bigdamnprincipal]

It always felt like a bit of a stretch to call an event in January a "picnic," and the weather today wasn't helping with how seasonably cold it was outside. Thankfully, there was plenty of warm food to keep everyone toasty, along with as many carafes as The Perk would offer, filled with hot water for tea, light and dark roast coffee, and hot chocolate.

It was time to welcome in another new semester, everyone!

[Going OCD-free this time, stay warm together!]

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[not_a_haint]

In a manner of speaking. He was able to not allow it to summon horrors from the earth, and if something did start to stir he was able to put it back. It had been deemed too risky to test it any further.

"Yes'm I got a handle on it." he assured her. Long as he didn't get killed, all should be well.

[deathsmajesty]

If Liliana had any idea what 'having a handle on it' meant, she would be torn between drinking heavily and finding ways to travel to 1930s Kentucky to yell.

Fortunately, she could multitask. And those two activities complemented each other nicely.

Even more fortunately, she didn't have any idea. "I would be interested in learning more about your powers," she told him. "Death magic is my specialty." She had an advanced degree in it, even! Her Multiverse took magical education seriously nsjs! "And I'm certain that I know several things that will work nicely whatever you have already learned."

[not_a_haint]

The Walkers and Brother Bartholomew know what they're doin'. he reminded himself. Nevermind that this was sounding more and more what he'd been cautioned about in regards to staying hidden.

It was fortunate he hadn't tried the old "I don't know what you're talking about" routine because it turned out he had no talent for deception. So when he said "I'll keep that in mind, Ma'am." The subtext of "eep!" was plain.

[deathsmajesty]

A smirk flitted across her face at that subtext. Smart boy.

"Yes, do," she said, amusement still playing around her eyes and mouth. "I'm sure once you've had a chance to settle in and wrap your mind around the changes in your situation, you'll have more time to chat. Though, to be clear..." Her amusement faded and her expression darkened, "should your hold ever slip and people end up hurt because of it, it will no longer be an offer of lessons."

That's right, Caleb. The consequences of losing control would involve mandatory lessons.

...Just ignore how she actually didn't have a say in anything like that, because she sure was.