extradimensional space

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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.

Comments

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"It will be spectacular," Sherlock agrees.

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"I guess if I marry even one of you I will wind up moving into the castle, huh," observes Bella.

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"Very likely."

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"I wonder how hard it would be to convince my entire house and garden to pick up and walk there. I made them myself."

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"That I do not know," says Sherlock.

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"Would that be objectionable, if I could manage it? I don't know how carefully ordered the grounds are and whether a magician house would unwelcome. I could possibly just also fold most of my rooms into the enchantment on the interior door, and then install the door someplace convenient in the castle, and have a majority of house with a minority of work."

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"I expect you will need to discuss the details with Mother."

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"That makes sense. I'll hold off on making plans, then."

When everyone is through breakfasting, Sherlock gets a kiss too. She has kissed Tony a great deal more than Sherlock so far. This cannot be allowed to last indefinitely, can it?

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Kisses! Kisses are nice. Sherlock is pleased.

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Excellent. Pleasedness all 'round.