Alli's house is a ten minute drive away. It's little and cute and ever so subtly neglected, in that way that houses with occupants who will only occasionally remember things like 'hedges require trimming' can get. Alli bounds into the front room, yells for her mom, and upon receiving no response determines the house empty.
"All clear!" she reports cheerfully. "Mom's still at work, I guess. Come on, I'll show you the Witching Room."
The 'Witching Room' turns out to be a small room upstairs, too small to be a bedroom but with no obvious alternate purpose, tucked at the end of the hall to one side of Alli's bedroom. It's long and thin and the front part is pretty obviously being used for random whatever-we-toss-in-here style storage, but Alli navigates a path between boxes with the ease of practice. "Voila!"
The back part is cleared out, with boxes stacked in front to block the view from the front of the room; there's a small, battered bookshelf containing occult books and various spell components, and a small cauldron on a bunsen burner. Alli starts rummaging through her ingredients. "Okay, the bramble needs chopping and the thyme needs steeping, who wants what?"
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Date: 2014-11-03 02:07 am (UTC)"All clear!" she reports cheerfully. "Mom's still at work, I guess. Come on, I'll show you the Witching Room."
The 'Witching Room' turns out to be a small room upstairs, too small to be a bedroom but with no obvious alternate purpose, tucked at the end of the hall to one side of Alli's bedroom. It's long and thin and the front part is pretty obviously being used for random whatever-we-toss-in-here style storage, but Alli navigates a path between boxes with the ease of practice. "Voila!"
The back part is cleared out, with boxes stacked in front to block the view from the front of the room; there's a small, battered bookshelf containing occult books and various spell components, and a small cauldron on a bunsen burner. Alli starts rummaging through her ingredients. "Okay, the bramble needs chopping and the thyme needs steeping, who wants what?"