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[thewitchzamira]

"I don't know why you would be either." Zamira teased him as she grabbed a beer from the cooler. "And yes, it is enchanted." She scooted closer to him and quietly charmed the fire so that it wouldn't die out or get out of control. "And there should be s'mores supplies in there if we get hungry." With a smirk she knocked the beer back and let out a satisfied sigh.

Drunk Embers~ Ben & Z

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Zamira pushed the last piece of paper away from her and quickly exited her personal cabin. She grabbed a sweater and all but ran down the stairs towards where Ben would be waiting for her. She'd never really hung out with campers before but she felt that now would be a good time to start. One hand carried a small cooler that she had charmed to never run out of beers and the other clutched her sweater closer to her body. After only a few minutes of brisk walking she reached the fire and sat next to the boy. "Hey kid."

Drunk Embers~ Ben & Z

Ben sat by the fire, watching it burn. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a sip of his beer.He felt like shit. After getting beat up on Halloween, he had a black eye and a split lip. The bruises were normal. For once, however, he had someone to share his misery. Zamira was gorgeous but she was also impressively smart. However, alcohol can change someone. Hopefully in an amusing way.

[thewitchzamira]

Allow me to finish my lesson plans and I will definitely join you in a couple minutes.

 Then come down by the campfire. I’m not a big solo drinker.

[thewitchzamira]

Usually I drink with Marco, but he's too busy right now.

I like you kid

[thewitchzamira]

I like you kid

 I got really drunk on Halloween.

[thewitchzamira]

I don't give private lessons if that's what you wanted to bother me about.

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Zamira scoffed. "You should have faith in my magic. I'm one of the best witches in the world." She beamed in pride. "My family is renowned for our skill." She rubbed the back of her neck and let her pride die down. "I would love that." She smiled at him and hopped off the hospital cot. "Just say when and where."

Marco grinned, “While I have faith in your magic, I’m glad you’re choosing to come have it checked up.” He hadn’t been around magic all that much, and so he had yet to study the affects it would have. “But maybe, you’d also like a chance to stop by before that? Say, dinner?”

[thewitchzamira]

Well alright then, but just know you can always talk to me.

You sure?

[thewitchzamira]

Zamira had finished lessons with some of the younger magic users when she decided to visit the training arena. To her surprise, the younger electric user was practicing firing off bolts. The young woman entered the ring and erected a shield around herself as Ryan built up energy in one hand. She gave him a small nod to let him know he could continue.

A Little Help Here || Zamira & Ryan

Ryan could feel the electricity coursing through him as he fired off bolt after bolt of lightning. He was not nearly as bad of a shot as when he first got his power, and it was beginning to become much more controlled. That being said, Ryan decided that it would be the day he experimented with his powers to see what other types of attacks he could do. He began to channel a rather large amount of energy into his left hand, not exactly knowing what he was going to do with it. He looked around quick to see if there was anyone that could possibly be injured if something was to go wrong. He was surprised to see Zamira walking into the training area.

[thewitchzamira]

You sure?

Oh„ uhm. Y’know, I’m-I’m really just, I’m over it, I’m all good, I’m fine. Thank you, though.

[thewitchzamira]

I guess. So kid, you seemed pretty upset earlier. Care to share why?

I guess that makes sense.

Sort of.

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Zamira almost beamed at the valid reason to come see the gorgeous doctor. "I'll uh... I'll make sure to stop by later this week." She nibbled on her lower lip. "I mean I could always just use magic to heal it, but uh... I like your way better." She was a horrible flirt. Absolutely horrible. Zamira was pretty sure she was more mortified over her lack of skills rather than the fact that she had actually flirted with someone.

Zamira reclined against a table in the mess hall. One arm was held away from her body as flames, varying in color, danced along her hand and fingers. She sighed as she sent the fire upwards into a rather beautiful display of color and heat. The fire took the form of a phoenix and flew out the…

[thewitchzamira]

I guess that makes sense.

Sort of.

Still confused as to why I was in the event…

Last I checked I was a trainer….

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Still confused as to why I was in the event...

Last I checked I was a trainer....

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Blushing probably wasn't the smartest idea while bleeding from the head, but Zamira couldn't help it. She just wasn't used to people complimenting her so openly. Then the pink faded as the sting set in and she clenched her fists as the wind picked up around them responding to Zamira's agitation. She grit her teeth and forced the wind to die down. "Pleasure to meet you doctor." She offered a small smile. "I'm Zamira, the magic trainer here."

Zamira reclined against a table in the mess hall. One arm was held away from her body as flames, varying in color, danced along her hand and fingers. She sighed as she sent the fire upwards into a rather beautiful display of color and heat. The fire took the form of a phoenix and flew out the…

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Zamira gave the man a grateful smile, her vision still swimming as she sat. "It's kinda embarrassing." She muttered and grimaced as she felt his fingers probing the wound. "But I leaned back on a table and slipped and hit my head."

Zamira reclined against a table in the mess hall. One arm was held away from her body as flames, varying in color, danced along her hand and fingers. She sighed as she sent the fire upwards into a rather beautiful display of color and heat. The fire took the form of a phoenix and flew out the…

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First Meetings //Marco and Zamira

Zamira reclined against a table in the mess hall. One arm was held away from her body as flames, varying in color, danced along her hand and fingers. She sighed as she sent the fire upwards into a rather beautiful display of color and heat. The fire took the form of a phoenix and flew out the window. The spell would wear off in a couple of hours, but until then the phoenix would simply fly around the camp and alert Zamira whenever anything interesting happened. She lifted herself upwards and yawned, leisurely stretching her arms over head. Once more she leaned back onto a table and shrieked as the table slid backwards and she cried out in pain as her head struck the edge. For several moments she lay on the floor, eyes squeezed shut in pain. Slowly and carefully she sat up and touched the back of her head. A sharp hiss was emitted as she felt the bloody gash at the base of her head. She blinked rapidly, trying to get the spots out of her vision and stood. Still moving slowly and slightly swaying, she made her way to the office that had been appointed to the new doctor. As she knocked, her bloodied hand left a macabre imprint on the door. She almost laughed.