Even with her alarm clock still blaring, Gwen lingered on the magically moving photo of her family for what felt like an eternity. It had only been a month since her mother die- disappeared along with the other heroes on Doomsday but a part of her still felt guilty for despairing about it. She was hardly the only one out there suffering now that so many heroes were gone but... well...
Gwen kissed the photo and put it back on her nightstand with almost religious reverence and solemnity. "I miss you mom."
With that emotional taxing moment done, Gwen got ready to face day. Her magic would have made her daily ritual done and over in a literal snap but she decided to do such trivial things the mundane a while back.
And so, she took her shower, dried herself, and put on some clothes. She didn't put on anything particularly out there in terms of style. Just her usual retro-sixties attire, with her trusty black headband keeping short platinum locks in nice bob.
When Gwen was finally ready, she headed downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. Her family home was... eccentric to say the least, being a large gothic manor on the edge of town overlooking a lonely hill that few people rather bothered to look at or even notice despite just how creepy it looked. Indeed, it was almost as if they made to not notice it by magic...
After eating her toast and eggs she was on the verge of leaving only for her very tired looking dad to finally come down the stairs. When he saw it was if a light had suddenly been lit behind his violet eyes. "Honey! How's my little witchling doing this wondrously dreary day?" He asked with without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Gwen blushed. Her dad truly was a product of the old ways for better or for worse. She still loved him though. "Ready to endure Hydades's torrent and bask in Jupiter's gloom, dad."
"That's the spirit. Gods willing we'll have rain for the whole week and if not... well, I suppose a little more rain won't hurt the mortals that badly, eh?" He said with an playful smile.
"Dad..." She wanted to sound mildly serious in that moment despite knowing her father was most likely kidding but a small guilty smile managed to break through all the same.
Her father put up his hands in mock defensiveness. "I kid, I kid. I know it be would Hades for your mundane friends. Learned that lesson the last time. Gods. Your mother was so... was so..." He stopped talking and looked tired all over again.
Without even missing a beat, Gwen moved towards her father and gave him a hug. They didn't say anything for a few seconds before Gwen finally broke the silence. "I miss her too, dad. So much."
"I do too, dear. I do too. I'll find her in time. My scrys will find something. I promise," he said declared with a rare seriousness.
Wiping away a stray tear, Gwen bobbed her head. "I know, dad."
And with that said, the witch girl broke the hug and got her bag. She gave her father one last wave before she headed to school with her heart heavy and head protected by an arcane shield that dispelled the rain.
