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Alli finds the whole concept of Black Friday sale at the magic store deeply, hilariously absurd for reasons she hasn't bothered to pin down. Probably something about black cats? Whatever, she gets to snicker about it. So she puts off shopping for some of her more infrequently used (or expensive) supplies until Black Friday rolls around, and then she heads to the Magic Box.
Tragically, she seems to not be the only person with this idea. It's a stretch and then some to say the Magic Box is ever crowded, but anyone in Sunnydale who wants to try out some random fortune telling trick or learn crystal healing seems to be lolling around inside the store. And the one poor panicked employee who actually showed up today is completely overwhelmed. Alli growls, makes a note of their extended hours, and resolves to come back later.
A few hours later, she's back and digging through potions ingredients. It's a little after sunset but she's resolved not to stress about it too much; Bella scratched crosses all over this place eons ago, she's got the Swans on speed dial and there's a holy water gun in her purse. (Admittedly it's in a plastic bag, because one water leak all over her purse was quite enough thank you, but it's there!)
And really, you can't beat discounts like this. Why pay more for potion supplies than you have to? Witching is, as Alli is discovering, not the cheapest hobby she could have taken up.
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"My night was spectacular. I was asleep, it was great. My day... also pretty dull. Who gives a shit about school when you could do magic? Like, really. Potions vs. geometry? Not even a contest."
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'Leaning over Mark's shoulder from behind' promptly turns into 'hugging Mark from behind'. "I suppose I could be convinced. Maaaaybe."
Hug complete, she returns to her chair, and rearranges it so she's actually facing him instead of just hovering over him and the cauldron. "Want me to check out any books for you, as long as I'm here and have useful shit like a library card? I mean. A little bird told me nights get dull here."
Hug complete, she returns to her chair, and rearranges it so she's actually facing him instead of just hovering over him and the cauldron. "Want me to check out any books for you, as long as I'm here and have useful shit like a library card? I mean. A little bird told me nights get dull here."
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"Depends on the kind of shit you like. I find things, but they're mostly weepy poetry and trashy romance novels. Do you want to learn How to Marry a Marquis?"
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"Well, according to Julia Quinn, you go work for his godmother, who decides to be a busybody and throws you at each other. It seems to involve a lot of fluttering around indignantly and throwing things, though."
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"I give no shits about the fluttering around, but the cranky old lady was awesome. She's pretty much my end goal in life. Running around yelling at people and thumping them with my cane? Yes please."
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"It's funny to read about, too. All the dancing and prancing and prissy British nobility stuff." She adopts a faked British accent. (A truly horrible one, as it happens.) "Isn't it just a charming day, good sir?"
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Mark makes an overdramatized face. "I'm not sure I've ever heard the dialect you're trying to imitate and I can still tell you're faking it atrociously."
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"I only know one Brit! I have very little to go by!" she laughs. "Unfair." Her grin turns mischievous. "Now I shall just have to distract you from my screwup."
To no one's surprise: glitter ensues.
To no one's surprise: glitter ensues.
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Potion? What's that?
They will probably remember it when it explodes in a puff of dust, however. Both of them are now coated in clumps of green fluff.
"Awww, shit," Alli grumps, but she's laughing as she says it. "Shit, shit, shit." She brushes semi-effectively at her outfit, then eyes him and bursts into helpless cackling. "And you, c'mere." This turns into fiddly multi-tasking trying to brush both of them off at the same time. It's not terribly coordinated or effective, but she makes some progress.
They will probably remember it when it explodes in a puff of dust, however. Both of them are now coated in clumps of green fluff.
"Awww, shit," Alli grumps, but she's laughing as she says it. "Shit, shit, shit." She brushes semi-effectively at her outfit, then eyes him and bursts into helpless cackling. "And you, c'mere." This turns into fiddly multi-tasking trying to brush both of them off at the same time. It's not terribly coordinated or effective, but she makes some progress.
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"The hazards of potionmaking," he snorts. "What lesson would be complete without them?"
He helps de-fluff them both, somewhat less haphazardly.
He helps de-fluff them both, somewhat less haphazardly.
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"Meh. Only an issue if you catch on fire." She decides she's as defluffed as she's likely to get, and gives up. He gets one last brush off the back of his shoulder, and then a considering look. "You don't freeze up when I do that any more."
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"Huh. Can't decide between yay, that's probably good and well drat, it was kinda hot. Is that weird? Probably a little. I'm bad at normal."
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Alli blinks at his face and re-evaluates what she just said. "Ohhhkay that probably came out wrong, didn't it. Very sorry, I will remove my foot from my mouth, etc. I- ugh. Phrasing is hard. How do people get good at this shit? Hmm. You being upset is bad but hot guy reacts when I hug him is the fun bit?"