extradimensional space

[thaumobabble]

Here is a house.

It is pretty and trim and green-and-cream and really ought not to be able to hold itself up like that, and yet here it is, somehow defying the laws of architecture. It is surrounded by a neatly bordered garden of ornamental and useful plants of all sorts: here vegetables, there herbs, there spell components, there rows of flowers.

There is a sign out front. It says only: Magic. Not, Beware, Magic or Magic Emporium or anything like that. Just: Magic.

Sitting on top of this sign is a cream cat with smoke-dark points of color on each paw, his ears, and his face and tail.

All in all, you could be forgiven for thinking that a witch lives here.

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[thaumobabble]

"Oh, okay then."

[allthebrightest]

Tony giggles.

[thaumobabble]

"How long after sunset do you two usually turn in for the night? I don't want to keep you up," Bella says, setting her glow-glass on her pillow.

[allthebrightest]

She shrugs.

"I dunno. Depends how early we want to wake up."

[thaumobabble]

"That doesn't tell me whether to put the light away yet or not," Bella points out.

[allthebrightest]

"Well, how early do we wanna wake up?"

[thaumobabble]

"Are we in a hurry? Does it matter what time of day we arrive?"

[allthebrightest]

"Nah."

[thaumobabble]

"Then I suppose 'whenever'? Which oddly enough makes our bedtime exactly the same thing."

[allthebrightest]

Tony giggles.

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Bella unclips her belt of pouches, doffs her hat, and takes off her moccasins. Her outfit looks much less witchlike with all of those objects sleeved, and when the robes also come off and get folded and put under her pillow and it's just the tunic and leggings they might as well be pajamas. She murmurs a spell that makes her remaining clothes glow pink for a moment and then fades.

[allthebrightest]

"...Why the pink?"

[thaumobabble]

"I didn't pick the color, but it's a cleaning spell," shrugs Bella. "Handy for traveling. I have changes of clothes in my sleeves but this works as long as I haven't actually spilled breakfast on myself or anything."

[allthebrightest]

"Handy," says Tony.

Her own preparations for bed are considerably simpler.

[calendarofcrime]

So are Sherlock's.

It help that her armour removes and packs itself on command.

[thaumobabble]

"Oooooh, warn me next time you do that so I can watch it with my specs on?" exclaims Bella, watching the armor fold itself up.

[calendarofcrime]

"You may also watch me put it on in the morning," she says, snuggling into her bedroll.

[thaumobabble]

"Yes please," says Bella, sliding into hers and grinning.

[allthebrightest]

"Sooo anyway," says Tony, "g'night everybody!"

[thaumobabble]

"I should warn you, according to Cricket I talk in my sleep, feel free to wake me up and make me cast a spell to muffle it if it bothers you," Bella says, stashing her light.

[allthebrightest]

"Will do," Tony assures her.

[thaumobabble]

Bella promptly falls asleep and starts uttering random nouns.

[allthebrightest]

It's kind of adorable.

Zzz.

[thaumobabble]

Bella is up at approximately dawn the next day! She shrugs her robes on and belts and hats and moccasins herself. If the twins aren't up, she will write in her notebook quietly till they are.

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock pokes her head out of her bedroll almost immediately.

"If you want to watch me get into my armour," she murmurs, crawling out of it, "now is the time."