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Here is a house.
It is pretty and trim and green-and-cream and really ought not to be able to hold itself up like that, and yet here it is, somehow defying the laws of architecture. It is surrounded by a neatly bordered garden of ornamental and useful plants of all sorts: here vegetables, there herbs, there spell components, there rows of flowers.
There is a sign out front. It says only: Magic. Not, Beware, Magic or Magic Emporium or anything like that. Just: Magic.
Sitting on top of this sign is a cream cat with smoke-dark points of color on each paw, his ears, and his face and tail.
All in all, you could be forgiven for thinking that a witch lives here.
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"Mother will send someone who is not as terrifying as I am," says Sherlock. "He was almost certainly a member of the group, but not a close relative of either of the ones I met."
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"These ones didn't try to attack any of us, even though they had numbers," Bella observes. "Maybe he was looking for them, not with them."
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"I suppose we could go back and describe him and see if they say 'yes, that's our cousin' and commence mourning or 'good riddance, that was our unexplained enemy' and commence celebrating."
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"It is possible that if it is the first one, someone might attack me. I prefer to avoid that."
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Yay!
On they proceed, without further incident, wizard-related or otherwise, although they do see a unicorn who's in a terrible hurry to get somewhere and doesn't stop to talk, and a collection of birds who, combined, seem to know rather a lot about music theory.
They stop for the day by a tree with unseasonable icicles on it (but not directly underneath, because that would be silly for reasons of both temperature and sharpness).
Bella puts her book in her sleeve and waits to be set down.
On they proceed, without further incident, wizard-related or otherwise, although they do see a unicorn who's in a terrible hurry to get somewhere and doesn't stop to talk, and a collection of birds who, combined, seem to know rather a lot about music theory.
They stop for the day by a tree with unseasonable icicles on it (but not directly underneath, because that would be silly for reasons of both temperature and sharpness).
Bella puts her book in her sleeve and waits to be set down.
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"I support your decision completely! If it were in some sort of contest I would cheer it on and wave a little flag."
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"However, I tend to overthink things and wish to know if there is any broader context to this decision which may or may not get its own flag?"
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"Like, why you felt like doing that, how likely you are to feel like doing that again, and what reactions I could have that would still be pleasant to have had in a week and what reactions I could have that I would regret later?"
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"I felt like doing that because you are cute and pretty and I like you," says Tony. "And I feel like doing it again right now."
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"Ooh." Bella tilts her head invitingly, because if Tony's not going to be helpful about context she'll work it out herself but that won't be appreciably harder with two kisses instead of one.