::Cella blinks in and immediately walks over to the large vanity mirror. She's a bit of a state, so goes and cleans up. Afterwards, she comes back and sits on a leather couch, wearing a silk nightie and reads a magazine for a while. Well... she looks at the pictures...::

::Cella blinks in and checks herself out in the mirror. With a squeal of horror at the sight of her hair, she rushes into the bathroom and takes a long shower, washing it at least four times. Once she's done, she blow-dries it and attempts to make it look decent again. She manages. If anything, Moony's attack has revamped her image and she looks better than ever! With a smug grin at herself, she skips into the kitchen to make herself a drink and torture the little boy in a cage.::

"Why hellooooo, little-boy-in-a-cage!"

::She feeds it a carrot then goes into the living room, to sit and watch TV for a while.::

"Oooh, Newlyweds!"

::Cole shimmers in and turns off the TV. He looks at Cella for a moment, then speaks quietly.::

"Cella, I know you're not the brightest candle in the box. You're an idiot, actually, flat out and full. But when I ask you to do something in confidence..."

::He gets close then shouts.::

"I expect you to do it in confidence! Now if I find out about any more of your blabbing I promise you I will seperate your head from your body! Am I making myself clear?"

::Without waiting for a response, he shimmers out.::

::Not sure what he meant, but knowing he was very angry, Cella sits rigid for a few minutes trying to process what just happened. Once she's had a few minutes, she begins to wonder why Cole was so angry, and her mind tunes to one thing.::

(That bitch...)

::She stands up and blinks to Moony's place.::

::Blinking back home again, Cella wanders around for a moment contemplating the recent events. She believes that her latest reaction to Moony will have had more effect on the other warlock, possibly making her feel truly stupid and childish. Cella smirks, feeling victorious. She goes and pokes the little boy in a cage with a stick for a while before getting bored. Deciding to get rid of the excess energy she has from pwning Moony so much, she walks into a room with some stolen gym equipment and fires up the running machine, starting to jog.::

::Cella showers and shit and then gets dressed so decides to kill some witches. She blinks, conveniently, to Carys' Apartment.::

:: Moony blinks into and immediately notes the boy in a cage. Raising an eyebrow ever so slightly, she then proceeds to rummage through Cella's things, looking for said bag of potions Cole wants. ::

::Cella blinks in and stares at Moony.::

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

:: Moony doesn't even turn around, she contiunes to look for the potions, tossing bits and bobs here and there. ::

"Don't get your inexpensive thong in a twist, I was sent here to get something."

"Like I give a shit!"

::Somewhat subconsciously, she checks the back of her pants to make sure her underwear isn't exposed.::

"This is my house and you can't just come barging in like you own the place. I own the place! Me! It's mine!"

:: Moony stops her search as Cella's voice becomes higher and more whiney. She glances ove her should at the Warlock, a smug expression on her face. ::

"Actually, I can. Especially when it's an errand for Cole. Now, if you'll escuse me, I'll just finish my search then by on my way."

:: She turns back around, and shoves some stuff out of her way, mainly pretty little vials of ingredients or whatever else Cella would be pissed at Moony for breaking. Her eyes light up when she locates the bag and she plucks it from its resting place. ::

"Hey! That's mine!"

::Cella stomps over and snatches the bag from Moony.::

"Yes, it is for Cole, but I'm supposed to give it to him, not you."

:: Moony taks hold of the other side of the bag. ::

"Well I've to give it to him now. Since he asked me personally to go and fetch it, since someone was taking her sweet ass time."

:: Still keeping hold of the bag, Moony takes a step closer to Cella so that the distance between the two of them is greatly reduced. ::

"Well."

::Cella jerks the bag out of Moony's grasp and hides it behind her back.::

"He'll just have to wait a little longer, won't he?"

:: Moony narrows her eyes evero slightly at Cella. ::

"You're willing to piss him off by keeping him waiting? If you were smarter you'd realise what a stupid idea that is."

:: Knowing the bag is behind Cella back, Moony steps even closer and reaches around the Warlock from both sides, taking hold of the bag in one hand, and Cella's wrist by the other. ::

"Be a good little minion and give me the bag."

"Quit being so paralysing!"

::Cella pout then grimaces, trying to wrench the bag away but her wrist is caught by Moony.::

"Leggo of me."

:: Moony tightens her hold on Cella's wrist. ::

"Not until you give me the bag."

::Cella drops the bag and kicks it behind her with her foot.::

"No."

::Her own fingers wrap around Moony's hand, preventing her from suddenly running to get the bag.::

:: Moony gives an exasperated sigh. ::

(Oh this is getting tedious.)

:: Knowing Cella has a good grip of her, Moony wraps her leg around the back on Cella's with a sweeping motion, in an attempt to trip the warlock up. And yes, she does realise she's fall to the ground as well. ::

::With a yelp, Cella falls hard onto the ground, clutching onto Moony and bringing the other warlock with her.::

"Ah my ass!"

:: Moony lands sprawled in top of Cella, but a smirk crosses her face after a couple of seconds. ::

"Now, isn't this position familar?"

:: She places her hands around each of Cella's upper arms and grins at her. ::

"Care for round two?"

"Look, I know you wish I was, but I'm not one of those."

::Cella growls as she struggles to free her arms.::

"Oh Cella, learn to be adventurous."

:: Moony smirks, and then quickly pushes herself up, placing a booted foot on Cella's stomach and springing for the bag. ::

::Cella chokes at Moony's book on her stomach, rendering her stuck on the floor, and does the ultimately bitchy thing to do. She sparks an energy ball and tosses it at the bag, destroying it. She then smirks at Moony.::

"Now you've done it."

:: Moony stops and spins around to face Cella. ::

"I've done it. You were the one who sent the bag to oblivion!"

:: She begins to stalk back over to Cella, raising her foot and attempting to stomp on the warlock. ::

::Cella squeals and rolls out of the way, getting to her feet. She pushes her hair out of her face and smirks at Moony.::

"Now what's Cole gonna say?"

::She narrows her eyes and puts her hands on her hips.::

"He's gonna think you failed, you big fat failure."

"Or I could just tell him I ran into you, you who he was pissed at the last time I checked. Who will he believe, his lacky or me?"

::Cella smirks even more.::

"I dare you to. Why would I destroy something that took me so long to put together for him? I like him way too much to be that spiteful. You're the one who got all pissed off and oops!"

::She tosses a small energy ball at the floor by Moony's feet.::

"Let slip with a little energy ball."

:: Moony takes a step back from the spot where the energy ball struck. ::

"Why? Because you're a dellusional bint, who believes Cole is in love with her when he clearly isn't. Honestly, Cella, I think I preferred you when you had the I.Q of a gold fish."

:: She shakes her head in dismay and places her hands on her hips. :;

"I'll have you know that fish are very good for the brain."

::Cella retorts, then walks over to Moony and slaps her across the face for pretty much no reason.::

"I am not illusional."

"Ow! What the f...!"

:: Moony trails off her profanity, staring at Cella in utter bewilderment. ::

"Cella, go read a dictionary."

"I already read it! See I can quote: 'To be, or not to be... that is the question'."

::She smirks at Moony, knowing she has wowed her with her knowledge.::

:: Moony opens her mouth, closes it again, and then opens it once more to speak. ::

"Sure you did. As long as you believe that."

::Cella sighs and pushes Moony away, feeling overconfident.::

"Will you leave already you big lesbium?"

:: Moony takes a step forward, not the slightest bit put off by the childish shove. ::

"Oh you know you love me being here Cella. Admit it."

"No, I really don't. Even though you can't seem to get enough of me. You're so immature, you."

::She's forgotten Moony's name. Did she ever know it?::

"You're childish, sad, lazy, stupid, moronic, ugly, fat and annoying. So ner!"

:: Moony folds her arms and takes yet another step toward Cella. ::

"You amuse me. I like to toy with you. That's as far as it goes, so don't flatter yourself."

:: She smirks at the name calling. ::

(I'm so not fat. Bitch.)

"Aw. Did Cella learn some big words to try and insult people with? At least I have more than two brain cells to knock together upstairs."

:: Brandishing a hand - ooo! - Moony reaches forward and trails it lightly down the skin of Cella's arm. ::

::Looking down at Moony touching her, Cella moves away.::

"What's your obstruction with touching me anyway? Everytime we meet you're all over me, you big freak."

::She turns her back and folds her arms.::

"Why don't you just... fuck off!"

::OMFG she swore!::

"It gets a rise out of you, since you fall for it. Every. Single. Time."

:: Moony grins ever so slightly, and tilts her head to the side and slips her hand in side her jacket, feeling around for something. Grasping the hilt of her athame, she pulls it out and takes a small step toward Cella, she runs the cold metal of the blade along the back of Cella's neck, although the pressue isn't hard enough to break the skin. ::

::Cella gasps and jumps away, wheeling around.::

"What the hell! You're insane!"

::She pants as she glares at Moony.::

"Just stay away from me with that... thing!"