[ Wouldn't it be particularly cool of Bulma were from a family that cared enough about tradition that they visited their dead every year on Samhain? It would be, wouldn't it? Well, it's actually just a huge coincidence that her grandad died on October 31st. It made perfect sense then that his passing was disturbed by his being a witch himself and dying on Samhain of all days, and so every year since his passing one terribly wealthy human man and the witchy women in his life would sit and have a picnic with the long-passed old man on his grave. It was nice; Bulma hadn't known him in life, so once a year since her birth seeing him was a treat.
That was how Bulma ended up at the same Cemetery as Wednesday, though she had separated from her parents about ten minutes ago. They went on home as she stuck around, looking at the graves and searching for those that she would know belonged to the other-worldly. She looked for symbols and signs that she wasn't already familiar with, in order to take notes, to look into them, to judge the energy and see which charms worked and which did not. She had been so engaged in recording the symbols on one particularly old tombstone that she didn't even notice Wednesday's presence until she was too close to be avoided.
She piqued up at the feeling of the presence of another witch, and upon seeing Wednesday not far away her face sunk. Ugh, What a downer. Maybe she just would keep going on her way. ]
SAMHAIN
That was how Bulma ended up at the same Cemetery as Wednesday, though she had separated from her parents about ten minutes ago. They went on home as she stuck around, looking at the graves and searching for those that she would know belonged to the other-worldly. She looked for symbols and signs that she wasn't already familiar with, in order to take notes, to look into them, to judge the energy and see which charms worked and which did not. She had been so engaged in recording the symbols on one particularly old tombstone that she didn't even notice Wednesday's presence until she was too close to be avoided.
She piqued up at the feeling of the presence of another witch, and upon seeing Wednesday not far away her face sunk. Ugh, What a downer. Maybe she just would keep going on her way. ]