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Once on the ground, the witch clutched the broom to her chest and watched the zombie boil whine for the first time she knew of.
It made her feel horrible.
Not only had it been her idea to go flying, but it had been her that had caused the drop. If she had just kept her mind to herself, everything would have been just fine. SHEESH.
"I am truly sorry." The witch said as she scuttled after him toward the restaurant. "We can walk back. Or take a bus or something... We don't have to fly." Her eyebrows crinkled up before him, but a soft cough behind her reminded the witch was in line. "Oh. OH. You go first." She pushed Mort forward and stared up at the menu.

After he ordered, Belladonna hopped forward and placed her order, making sure that they put plenty of vegetables and no meat. The witch would have to make her practiced speech of 'Its OK You Eat Meat, So Don't Feel Bad If I Choose Not To', but that was after. Still feeling a little bad over the whole thing, she shuffled forward and paid for their meal before she looked up at Mort.
"You want to go back or eat here?" There were plenty of tables open and no rush, plus the witch was a little hungry herself. "Oh let's just stay."
Together they commandeered a table by the window so the witch could distract herself from staring too much.

Though, now that they were face to face, it was time for conversation... Erm...
"So! What's your family like?!" Belladonna blurted before she promptly blushed and tore a bite from her sandwich. Maybe if she just kept her mouth full she wouldn't be able to make anymore mistakes?

Though she appreciated his kindness in the matter, it would take a bit more convincing than that to get the witch to fly them home again. Yet, she didn't have to worry about it at the moment as she instead focused on making sure none of her veggies got stuck in her teeth. Oh bleck, that would be terrible!
"Have there been any undeads with wings? I don't think I've seen that..." Not that she was judging, the with was purely curious. Wings were nice, she was sure, but nothing quite beat the feeling of riding a broom with one's familiar perched on the front. It was lovely!

As for family, maybe that wasn't the best topic to discuss over food. Especially when Mort questioned her on her own family. So instead of answering him right away, the witch took another bite, chewed carefully and swallowed.
"Adopted? How interesting. Is your mother an Undead or a Demon? Was your younger brother adopted too? Do you think he'll ever attend Amityville?" The questions poured from her before she could stop them or even stop to consider that they may be rude. But for the witch, they weren't. They were just questions and if she offended, it was purely on accident.

As for her own family, she took another bite and sighed softly before she told Mort about her witch and warlock parents, and her two older witch sisters. She told him how her family wasn't particularly fond of her since she was interested in plants and animals and being kind. But at the same time, they wanted her to succeed over her sisters so they pushed her harder then they had Delphinium (eldest) and Hemlock (middle). And unfortunately, since her leave of school, her parents had been almost militaristic about her success. Even Delphinium had got in on it and yelled at the younger witch plenty of times while she was still home (though Delphinium liked to hit below the belt too). It was only Hemlock that ever stood up for Belladonna, and that had only been recently. Before then, the middle sister had either ignored the girl, picked on her in passing or simply egged the eldest daughter on.
After her little pity party, the witch turned a bright red.
"But, uh, you didn't ask for that... Sorry."
Best to just stick to asking questions...

The witch paused to try and remember if she had seen either of those people, and thought she maybe remembered Merope, but the memory was foggy at best. Oh well. She accepted his word and filed away the information that yes, sometimes Undead did have wings. (And one day she would find them and thoroughly inspect those wings. Because wings were very pretty. Maybe they could be friends and flying partners and--)
But then Mort made a lovely little speech about families and Belladonna couldn't help but sink lower into her seat.

The Divine Family was large and while not powerful in the sense that they were involved in politics or held any sort of particular positions, they still retained a bit of a reputation. And it was expected of Belladonna to do well. To do her best.
And coming home every few months because school was hard, was not her best.
"I'm not a pet..." Belladonna mumbled in an echo that agreed with Mort, her pink eyes cast down toward her hands in her lap. It was easy to think like that here at school, with friends and people who care about you. But it was harder to say 'No' or even 'I'm not a pet' to her parents' faces, when really they only wanted the best for her.

A diversion from her own thoughts arrived when Mort began to discuss his own family and the witch perked up to listen. She wasn't terribly fond of the way he was stuttering, especially about his mother. The witch pondered briefly over whether he had had another family before, or even just another mother, but felt that was much too personal to ask.
"Goodness, that sounds very singular." The witch replied with a smile. She wasn't entirely sure of what else to say about his demon brother. "Did you two play video games together? Is he anything like you?"
As for his adoptive mother, well, Belladonna was sure she would like her too.
"She sounds lovely." The witch wondered what kind of creature was at once scatterbrained but liked cleaning and couldn't come up with much. She did do herself a favor and refrained from mentioning anything about meeting her. Not sure if that was proper etiquette or not, Belladonna decided just to play it safe. "She sounds like a princess from those old scary tales!"
She liked to clean too much and was kindly. Classic scary tale princess. And those princesses were always scatterbrained, getting into trouble and having to be rescued all the time.

"Oooohhhh~ A model?" The witch signed dreamily. "That sounds lovely." To be dressed up and made up and prance around in pretty clothes? It sounded like a dream! Belladonna had used to want to do that when she was younger, but now she realized there was only one sort of modeling she would have been able to participate in and well... That didn't really appeal to the witch. She'd just stick to taking care of plants and animals.
"He broke the SkeV? My goodness..." Belladonna frowned down at her own hands, which were too small to punch anything very hard. His brother sounded almost like Hemlock, but in a different way. Hemlock wouldn't have punched the SkeV out of anger, but because it was "punk-rock" as she liked to call it.

"Yup! All set!" Belladonna chimed as she took one last swig of her drink before she snatched up her remains and tossed them in the garbage. Her broom had been leaned against the wall behind them, so she grabbed it before they left (as well as threw a "Have a scary day!" to the person who had made their sandwiches). Once outside the building the witch held out the broom to Mort.
"You sure you want to fly again?" She paused and bit her lower lip. "I promise not to hit any air pockets." Which made it sound like she had done it on purpose or that they were able to be found, which wasn't true for either case.
"When we get back we can... Watch a movie or something?"
Actually, the witch wanted a nap. She wanted a nap very badly.

As for the nagging Mort felt, it was probably best Belladonna didn't know about all that. It would have certainly caused for a it more anguish on both their parts.
And after such progress had been made, the witch wasn't sure she could deal with any anguish...

"Well, if you're the one to do it, I guess that's a pretty ok way to go out." The witch answered with a laugh and a wink at the boil. She led him over to a small patch of grass where they'd have room for lift-off. "Alright then! Same as before, think light thoughts." She said as she swung one leg over the broom. She gave Mort a second to climb aboard, but paused. "I also think I should maybe get a kiss, for good luck." To this, she offered him her check and that same devil's smile.

Lift-off was fairly easy, much slower then landing (if at all possible) and the witch felt the strain of lifting them rather than just keeping them afloat. Her hands gripped the handle a little tighter, but she managed to get them to an acceptable height and slowly moved them forward. The ride back would be a little longer as Belladonna promised herself to concentrate and keep it smooth, so she narrowed her eyes on their destination and didn't think about anything else. Except, well...
"We can go to mine." It probably figured that the boil wouldn't want to return to his den of despair anytime soon. And pink was such a happy color! "And don't worry about Binx, he'll probably scatter when we start a movie." The kitty didn't much like the moving pictures. They toyed with his mind and ever though he knew they weren't real, they still moved and he wanted them.
"I have lots of movies! A lot are kind of romancey, but I've got plenty of others... Um, let's see... Oh! Oh! I've got this great one about this guy who dresses up like a human and fights crime. Its called "The Human: The Rise of The Flesh Knight". Its pretty cool." Honestly, it was a little nerdy but Belladonna liked it regardless. And didn't Mort like nerd things anyways?

For now, a peck would do. The witch smirked at him, as if they had shared a joke without speaking. Yet when he wrapped one arm around her waist, Belladonna couldn't help but stiffen up just a little.
Oh Hecate he's so close... But the witch would not flinch. No. She was busy flying this broom because oh hey! What a fantastic idea it would be to fly your potential boilfriend across campus to go get something to eat and hey, wouldn't it be just totally rad if he was really jacking close.
Sometimes Belladonna was too impulsive for her own good.

So when Mort leaned in and talked in her ear, it took everything Belladonna was made up of (and then some) to keep the broom steady.
It showed in her voice as she replied in a pitch just too high, "OH YEAH. I'm totally into that sort've stuff!" A string of nervous cackles ensued, but the witch managed to reign it in for another moment. "I, uh, I'm really into whatever... is interesting, yanno?"
As they got closer to the school, the witch began chanting in her head whatever she could think of. At the moment, it seemed to be something along the lines 'Don't die, don't drop from the sky, up, flight, flying--TOUCHING MEEEEEEEEEE-Don't die, don't drop from the sky'.
"What kind of movies do you like?" She finally squeaked out as they neared the school grounds.

While it was nice to have the boil so close, the witch felt the tension drain from her shoulders, just a little, when Mort leaned back. The witch searched her memory, but she was fairly certain she had never been this nervous before. Maybe it was because the stakes felt higher (failed attempts made everything feel a bit more important), or maybe it was just because this was actually happening, but whatever it was... Belladonna at once liked it and disliked it. But she didn't want to continue down that train of thought.
She wanted to stay happy.

"Yeah? Do you watch any particular shows?" The witch asked with a slight twist of her head, just enough to show that a smile had decided to peek back out. "You probably don't watch this, but I am all about Pretty Little Lilliths. Its this show about these succubuses whose friend mysteriously dies, but then they start getting text messages from her, but its not her. Its so good!" It also helped that the fashions on the show were particularly lovely as well. It was certainly a show made for ghouls, but that surely didn't the Belladonna from talking about it.

Being able to just ramble about whatever made the witch more relaxed and she was able to fly them right up to her window, the shutters still thrown open. She siddled up next to the window and offered her hand for Mort.
"You go in first, then I'll come." But while he was dismounting, she couldn't help but ask one more question. "Video games? I've never been much of a player.. But they look like fun. What all do you play?"