It works better than she expects, honestly. She's not sure they would have become friends naturally- it's probably telling that they weren't, before- but they've got enough shared history under their belt by this point that it hardly matters. Everyone has the occasional conflict, but they're rare and they're mostly good about telling the group beforehand. (Okay, so everyone except Alli is great about it, and Alli has a memory like a sieve.) But Alli had last minute detention last week, so she's feeling guilty enough to arrive early. Almost early. A few minutes early, anyway.
She's amused but not particularly surprised to see Emma and Jenny already there when she arrives. Emma's usually early, since she lives in Avalon and all, but she and Jenny look like they've been there for a while; they've got half empty cups in front of them and Jenny's most of the way through a cookie. Alli grins and joins them. "Even when I'm early, I'm late. Frimeuses, vous deux. May here yet?"
"Hey! You made it! Join us," Jenny says with a smile, taking another bite of her cookie. Mmm, sugar. "How've you been?"
"I was up really late rescuing my girlfriend from evil Catholic priests with haphazardly invented teleportation spells. I hate to ask, but you wouldn't happen to know anything about evil Catholic priests and why they were paying attention to my girlfriend, would you?"
Everyone gapes at her. Jenny recovers first. "Oh my God, are you okay? Is Isabella okay?! No, I swear! I mean, I told my priest about the magic creation thing in confession, but that was ages ago and he's not evil or anything... I don't think..." her voice gets small. "You've met him, right? It wasn't him, was it?"
"Isabella's okay. Your priest wasn't there in person. I just don't know why else someone would decide she didn't have a soul and needed an exorcism."
"I'm glad you're both okay," Emma murmurs to May, wishing she knew what to do other than just Say Polite Things. But, much as she wishes she wasn't, she's kind of May's side about the likely cause. "...Jenny?" she says uncomfortably.
"I didn't-! I wouldn't-! Not on purpose, I would never! I just asked about the made by magic thing, I swear, oh my God, May, if it was me I'm so sorry. I didn't even know they still did exorcisms, angels and demons mostly just fight with each other. I wouldn't, I wouldn't, I've met Isabella, she's awesome!"
Alli gets it together last, and just offers, "Want to set them all on fire? I will totally help with that. They are assholes who deserve it. But actually, what the fuck, seriously."
"I threatened to set them on fire but it didn't come to that, they eventually agreed that having a normal childhood and adolescence for seventeen years didn't seem like demon behavior and I got her untied and let them go."
"I don't think they have a way to check, they just had some crap about how only God can make souls and since Isabella's mom made her clearly..."
Jenny puts her head in her arms on the table and moans in horror. "I'm going to kill Father O'Brien, I can't believe he would do this!"
"I'm not Catholic or anything, and I hate demons as much as the next critter, but you'd think her age would have been a hint..."
"Theological opinions aren't all that necessary. It's not like demons and angels stop existing for me just cause I'm Jewish." Alli scowls. "Doesn't mean Impending Bonfires One and Two didn't massively fuck up, though."
"I told Isabella I'd do whatever she wanted with them and she did not ask me to set them on fire. Calm down."
Alli silently thinks that this is getting off awfully lightly for kidnapping but hey, it's May's call. "Okay, sorry, sorry. How is she doing?"
"She's fine. I stayed up with her for a while and her mom made her dumplings and she received many hugs and I teleported home late last night."
"That's sweet," Emma says, smiling a little at 'dumplings'. "I'm glad she's got you guys."
"Okay, good," Alli says, then cocks her head. "Wait, teleported? Teleported teleported?"
"Don't get too excited, it's not a vetted spell and nobody else had better try it, it's probably trying to kill me real hard every time I cast it, I'm just magic like that."
"Yeah, I was gonna figure out some good way to go public but I'm really tired and the story doesn't hold together without unless I construct an elaborate timeline in which I had the opportunity to fly to and from California quick enough to interfere with a kidnapping since I can't mass-produce a safe teleport... 'm a dragon."