"I'll do it," says Tony.

"I have to cast in the place where he's been, so choose accordingly, I doubt you want me working in the middle of the street even if's he's walked down it a hundred times," says Isabella. Path on her shoulder keeps swiveling his head around, taking in the new world.

"Okay," he says, and leads her to his bedroom.

Isabella doesn't think much of the location. She just follows and waits for more specific pointers.

(Shell Bell does think much of the location. She doesn't say anything, just shivers and fixes her attention on her witch killer alternate who's going to fix this problem.)

"Right there," he says, pointing at a spot on the floor a few feet in from the door and slightly off to one side. "He stands there a lot."

"I know there's pigeons," he says. "Not so sure about the other two."

"Go for it," says Tony.

Even though he doesn't know it worked, even though he probably won't know it worked for a good long while, Tony exhales with relief.

The herbs - including the bayleaves - are all gone. The thickened wine is gone. The rat and the wristwatch - and the rat blood - are still there. "I recommend burning the rat, which I can do if you can provide me with a safe place in which to burn a thing. You can do whatever you like with the wristwatch," says Isabella, unconcerned with the blood on her hands as she disentangles the two objects. She does conscientiously murmur a spell to clean her dagger before she tucks it away into its sheath in her silks.

"I can provide such a place," says Sherlock.

Perhaps, along the way, she will notice the way Kas is looking at her. You could describe it as 'slightly stunned admiration, with a component of lust'.

Petaal, as a rattlesnake coiled around Kas's shoulders, flicks her tongue at him.

"Thank you," says Sherlock.

"You're welcome," says Isabella, not exactly cheerful, but with a sharp happiness in her voice. "Anyone else you want killed or cursed and can provide the stuff for?"

"Not currently."

"Any other miscellaneous magic that you guys would find helpful?"

"I cannot think of any just now. You might like to ask Bell."

Petaal turns into a ball python and wraps her coils firmly around Kas's torso; he hugs himself and leans his head against hers and shivers happily.

Kas and Petaal are absent for the majority of the spellcasting after that first one.

At least one person knows exactly what they are doing.

Isabella can guess, too, but if the Starks don't mind a guest slipping off, she has no reason to object.

"Of course," says Shell Bell, hugging back hard. "Thank you so much for everything."

Kas and Petaal appear in short order, Petaal draped across his shoulders as a linsang, Kas fully clothed but looking like he only just got that way.

"So, how's that alethiometer spell coming along?"

"Oh, give me an hour and I'll have something ready to try," says Isabella, wasting no time in opening the door again to her room as soon as it's shut to Panem. Everything is as she left it; good. She puts her cloud-pine down, picks her notebook up, and gets to work.

"Cool," says Kas. "I'll be in my attic."