Which is stuffed full of books and crystals and herbs and tarot decks and things that sparkle and things that glow and there might be at least one psychedelic unicorn poster.
"Good to know," says Bella, who is scanning price tags and wincing.
"Yeah, don't touch that," Delilah says over Soph's shoulder. "Not bullshit, might be cursed, better safe than sorry."
"Hiding in plain sight," he says. "Doesn't have pictures and the language is a bit archaic, so the kids and the dilettantes don't want it, but it's got most of the goods."
"I wasn't going to pick it up. Are there things it's not even safe to look at, out on display?"
"Excellent." Bella takes the book and starts looking for a table of contents or an index, failing which she just skims.
"It's probably missing any explanation whatsoever of how to access magic, so we'll have to work on that."
"Is this the only thing we want from here today? I'd like to make as much progress as I can before you need to go home."
Bella goes and purchases the book. Presumably everyone then piles into the car.
And Bella drives them to the Swan house. It is a smallish, niceish house with a front porch and large windows. Bella unlocks the door and heads in, sister at her heels.
Followed by Delilah and Neville! So here they all are, in the Swan house, ready to try to do some magic.
Here they are indeed! Soph disappears into the kitchen. "Anybody else want chocolate milk?"
"None for me," says Bella, flopping onto the couch and taking her new book out of its bag. "Does magic mix badly with chocolate milk or anything?"
"Delilah would like chocolate milk, I can see it in her eyes," Neville calls. "Water for me, if it isn't too much trouble?"
"Coming right up!" Soph emerges presently from the kitchen with four glasses on a cutting board like a platter, two chocolate milks partially stirred with spoons still in them, two ice waters. Bella takes a water.
"Thank you," Delilah says. It's a little begrudgingly, but she says it.