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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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witch_perfect
witch_perfect
"Me too!" Alli says cheerfully. "And I would be upset if you died. Isn't that kind of standard, though? Are you not normally upset when people you know die?" She belatedly remembers the 'trained as an assassin' thing. "...that you know and do not hate," she amends.
witch_perfect
Alli considers his expression. "I've always wanted to try a curse," she suggests. "If there was someone you felt like, hah, volunteering."
witch_perfect
"Oh good, a smile. Much better."
She goes to take another sip of her milkshake, but hears the drink gurgle as she finishes the last of it. She glares at the cup disapprovingly, before fishing a vial out of her pocket and pouring it in. The cup hisses, and then with a little puff of smoke it's full again. She beams and takes another sip.
She goes to take another sip of her milkshake, but hears the drink gurgle as she finishes the last of it. She glares at the cup disapprovingly, before fishing a vial out of her pocket and pouring it in. The cup hisses, and then with a little puff of smoke it's full again. She beams and takes another sip.
unmarred
"...Oh, very nice," says Mark. "Does that work on anything? How hard is it to make?"
witch_perfect
"It doesn't duplicate magic or I'd use it on all my potions ever," Alli snorts. "Not more than you started with, only up to a certain size glass, probably some other shit." She blinks at him innocently. "Obviously it never gets used on alcohol. That would be wrong."
witch_perfect
"I absolutely entirely delegate remembering that shit to my spellbook. A size!"
witch_perfect
"Not a clue," Alli says brightly. (Self introspection is not one of her virtues.) "But it is!"
Nose boop.
Nose boop.
witch_perfect
Alli responds in kind. Once able to talk again, she asks, "Did you want to learn the Refill potion? If you'll get the ingredients."
witch_perfect
"It is! Magic's great."
Alli inspects her pockets for a writing implement, but turns up nothing except for a couple pieces of gum. Grumbling, she begs one off the cashier instead and returns to the table to scribble out a list on the back of her milkshake receipt. Once she finishes, she regards it critically for a second, shrugs philosophically and offers it to Mark. "Ingredients list. If you show up with those tomorrow, I'll walk you through the potion." She considers location options. "At the library, maybe? I bet we could hide a cauldron in the study room. Oh-" She adds hot plate to his receipt list underneath cauldron, 5" wide, larger ones come later!!. "Does that work? What time can you, ahem, safely get there?"
Alli inspects her pockets for a writing implement, but turns up nothing except for a couple pieces of gum. Grumbling, she begs one off the cashier instead and returns to the table to scribble out a list on the back of her milkshake receipt. Once she finishes, she regards it critically for a second, shrugs philosophically and offers it to Mark. "Ingredients list. If you show up with those tomorrow, I'll walk you through the potion." She considers location options. "At the library, maybe? I bet we could hide a cauldron in the study room. Oh-" She adds hot plate to his receipt list underneath cauldron, 5" wide, larger ones come later!!. "Does that work? What time can you, ahem, safely get there?"
unmarred
"Six-thirty? If you're all right being out past sundown repeatedly. If you're not I can try to get creative."
witch_perfect
"Meh, I normally don't care much, but- vamp dude. Trade you an escort home for the lessons?"
witch_perfect
"Wicked. Six thirty tomorrow it is." She hops out of the booth again and looks at Mark expectantly. "Escort away!"