After a short, but anxiety-charged (mostly from my side) discussion about the tactics of dropping a bucket of news on my grandparents, it was decided that it'd better go in carefully scheduled steps. Maybe it would've been better if I didn't take JJ with me from the start and first let them adjust to my own witchy origins, but there I dug my heels in the ground.
I was so not going to be there on my own.
Because of that, when my grandpa opened the doors before us, letting out the weird, but familiar and comforting mix of scents of food and chemical dyes, both he and my grandma thought that I just came for a visit with my boyfriend. My boyfriend, who under his glamour, was still a vampire.
"Diana! It's so good to see you again. It feels like it's been a century since your last visit. I should've dropped by, too—"
