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The Watchers are being much more polite to Tamara nowadays. They've never precisely been rude to her, but they are very good at being quietly, politely and oh-so-Britishly unwelcoming. Irritating, but she can live with it if it means she can be a part of the Council. But now their normal tactics have scared off their precious Slayer, and Tamara's the one who convinced her not to bolt; Tamara is now their lead to the Slayer and as such, she's being treated like she's made of glass.
She finds that mildly irritating for a whole different set of reasons, but it's such an improvement over the alternative that she lets it be. She's very careful not to seem as though she's taking advantage of her new-found position. She demands nothing, and makes only a few careful, diffident suggestions. This will not last forever; no need to burn bridges.
And of course, whenever she receives an email from the Slayer, she responds promptly.
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older_and_wiser
ipsam_custodem
"These witches are the ones I've met? You haven't started a collection since I've seen you?"
cross_and_bow
"Bargain. But anyway, yeah, still Soph and Alli in the witch department. Thanks for agreeing to stand by, let's hope you're totally unnecessary."
cross_and_bow
"To what extent are you a secret from my Watcher? Like, did she hire your husband to teach me to hit things by sheer coincidence...?"
ipsam_custodem
"I have not admitted to knowing about you before the Council did; nothing else is particularly secret. I think we're in some sort of 'non Watchers in the know' list in a vault somewhere? Certainly Tamara consulted someone for the name of a trainer reasonably in the know, she did not draw Phil's name from a hat."
ipsam_custodem
"See you then." Emma hangs up and goes off to find herself some books. It appears she'll be having some downtime to read shortly.
witch_perfect
The day of the prom Alli shows up at the door to the gym on time, looking surprisingly put together in a slinky black dress and carrying a bouquet of blue irises. No promises will be made as to their non-magical origins.
keyed_up
"Nice dress!" says Soph, early, having arrived with Bella (Bella's sneaking-in method was to drop her sister off and then claim to need the bathroom and not emerge). Soph's dress is blue but includes no red; it's got one sleeve and a light filmy overskirt and a wide sash she's hidden witching supplies in.
keyed_up
"Thanks!" Soph takes them and tucks them into a part of her sash that is not occupied by witching stuff. "Hey," she says to the doorperson. "Can we go in yet?"
The door is guarded by two students who, if they're not already playing defensive tackle, are clearly wasting their potential. Someone is very serious about door security being, if not the brightest, at least intimidating.
"Not without your dates, you can't," the closer boy responds. "Didn't you see the signs? Dates or nothin'."
"Not without your dates, you can't," the closer boy responds. "Didn't you see the signs? Dates or nothin'."
"She's your-" the second boy elbows him and raises an eyebrow. They snicker. "Prove it!" the second boy demands.
"We're protecting people from themselves," the first boy says, somewhat pompously. "Only people with dates allowed. And I'm not buyin' it."
"You could be pretending to be dates to sneak in!" one points out. (In his defense, not inaccurately.) "And the flowers're to... to... make it look better."
witch_perfect
Alli rolls her eyes. "Okay, asshole. Fine. I'll bite. How do I convince you she's actually my date?"
They exchange looks again, looking smug. "Kiss her," the second one says promptly. "That'll do it."
witch_perfect
Alli shrugs. "Easy enough." And she pulls Soph in for a kiss. Her other hand is occupied flipping off the jocks at the door.
The boys burst into laughter. "Man, I can't believe you guys actually did it!" one gloats. "Yeah, yeah, you can go in now."