thaumobabble | extradimensional space

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

Bella smirks at her and goes back to wheedling the bag, interspersed with variants on the spell. Eventually she has made enough progress to sprinkle the bag's interior with a mix of herbs that smell almost like dinner. "Come onnnnnn... you can do it... you will fulfill your destiny..."

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allthebrightest

Tony is absolutely cracking up at this point.

Edited Date: 2013-03-18 01:25 am (UTC)

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thaumobabble

"I bet my sleeves want to be bags. They work more like bags than sleeves anyway - c'mon - you know you wanna be sleeved - c'mon c'mon - deepandwidecapacioussleevealwaysgiveherwhatsheneedsbythepowerofthisspellkeepitallandkeepitwell!" she blurts as fast as possible without losing diction. She peers into the bag. "Sleeved!" she says triumphantly.

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allthebrightest

Tony scoops up the bag and hugs it. Then she hugs Bella too, for good measure.

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thaumobabble

Eee, hugs! Bella is pleased. And huggable.

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allthebrightest

Hugs hugs huuuuuugs.

"You're my favourite magician," she says gleefully.

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thaumobabble

"Have you met many?" asks Bella archly.

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allthebrightest

"Nope!"

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thaumobabble

"That only makes sense. We are rather uncommon."

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allthebrightest

"It was a magician that did the first spell to keep wizards' greasy paws off our magic," she offers. "Way back before Mom was even born."

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thaumobabble

"Yeah, I've read about Telemain. Good role model, kind of lousy writer, too fond of his jargon - I understand it now but it was kind of intimidating when I was just starting out."

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allthebrightest

"Yeah, I remember Dad used to complain about him all the time."

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thaumobabble

Bella laughs. "The jargon problem, or something else? Were they contemporaries at all?"

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allthebrightest

"They might've been?" she hazards. "Mostly it was the jargon. He complained about the spell structure on the anti-wizard thing, too, but it was the admiring kind of complaining."

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thaumobabble

"There's an admiring kind of complaint?"

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calendarofcrime

"Oh, yes," says Sherlock.

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thaumobabble

"Like what?"

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calendarofcrime

"I cannot give you examples," she says. "It was mostly in the delivery."

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allthebrightest

"You had to know him."

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thaumobabble

"Fair enough. I had just moved in when he passed away - it was a fairly miserable welcome, the forest grieving all around me - I'm sure it was worse for you. I'm sorry."

Edited Date: 2013-03-18 08:48 pm (UTC)

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calendarofcrime

"What brought you here?"

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thaumobabble

"There's really no better place to be a magician," Bella says, brightening. "I think there's something like a dozen witches in the whole of Linderwall - no permanent wizard residence - there's Little Elfholts in two of the big cities but it's nothing like having a native elf population - there's just not as much to look at, magic-wise."