All is Fer in Love and {Witchcraft} ~ Fer Family

That's right, witches (and wizards, if you really care that much) have come to District Three. But they did not come on broomsticks, and they did not carry magic wands and potions made of frog legs and beetle juice. No, they have been here all along, dancing on broken ankles, scribbling down poems, playing with dolls, biding their time.

Or, at least, that's what the citizens of District Three think. And who other than the Fer family to point fingers at, the family with tragedy streaking through their blood, through every fiber and every atom of each member of that horrid, cursed family.

So how did this happen?

Well, it all rests in the queen bitch herself, satan Luci. See, it is very easy to see that someone as stuck up and self-centered as Luci does not like to be challenged, and a week prior to this whole shenanigan, it was no different. It started with her routine trip to the District square, one filled with bargaining with the stand owners (or, in Luci's case, verbally assaulting them until they'd had enough) and giving sideways glares towards anyone who looked at her funny. When the whole adventure had been finished, and the shop owners had each had their fair share of verbal abuse, Luci had departed from the place with a bag full of goods and several money filled pockets. And while on her way home, while plotting how she'd manage to defend her kingdom from the greedy people that were her family, Luci had decided to cut across old Mrs. Wartheimer's lawn (because after all, it was part of her kingdom, of course. Now, Mrs. Wartheimer was not the person to mess with, and she was most definitely not the right person to mess with, especially with her lawn. On top of that, the old coot was extremely superstitious, believing in the craziest of things if she had her own evidence.

"You rotten kid, get off my lawn!"

Luci had turned around with her mouth already half open, arms crossed and bitter insults at the tip of her tongue, ready to fire at the woman who had yelled at her. Several words had been exchanged (left out for sake of censorship), and in the end the girl had left the coot with a simple phrase.

"Don't mess with me, y'old coot. We Fers already have tragedy on our side, you wouldn't want me to cast that on you."

Unbeknownst to her, that was exactly what was needed in order for things to blow up so out of proportion that they'd be nearly unmanageable. And as Luci had returned home, Mrs. Wartheimer had already started spreading the word that Fer's were witches.

A little information about the people of District Three: They are lemmings

If someone else does something, they will to, and especially of it has to do with the Fer's. Within a week and a half the Fer family had gone from outcasts to front page news, teetering on the edge of being sent off to the Detention Center by Peacekeeper's. For all they know, things could blow at any second, and as the Fer's sit huddled in their houses, the citizens are in an uproar made of rumors and paranoia.

Things are about to blow.

While the parents are trying to work things out (or hiding, that is an option as well), all the children have been locked inside the largest Fer household (for sake of clarity, Luci,Kinsey, Ree, and Lucrezia's house). Naturally, all of these personalities are going to clash, and this house could be down in flames like the last Fer tragedy within minutes, if the children allow it.