She's at the Academy, you know they don't allow phones there.
[ Sure, she could try calling the main line and getting someone to track down her aunt, but... She doesn't want to? For whatever reason, this feels like something she has to do, and her aunties would only keep her from it. Besides, if it were really dangerous, Salem would be here already and look, her familiar's nowhere in sight. ]
Thank you, Ambrose.
[ She's more worried about the psychopomps than she is for her own safety. But between the two of them, they can keep an eye out for the dreaded birds, right? Right. So with a deep breath, she reaches out again and turns the handle, the creaking a harsh sound in the quiet night. ]
[He nearly suggested that she call Aunt Hilda instead but knew that she was most likely not near a phone either. They were really on their own. He could deal with the birds when they came but he would stay with her as long as he possibly could. He didn't like leaving her on her own.
The exterior of the house looked worn but the inside was nearly spotless as if it had been recently occupied. That wasn't reassuring. Since he couldn't make physical contact with anything, he let her take the lead glancing over his shoulder when he heard something flutter. His heart was in his throat for a moment before he realized it was just the leaves. He took a deep breath before he followed her, stepping into the house.]
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[ Sure, she could try calling the main line and getting someone to track down her aunt, but... She doesn't want to? For whatever reason, this feels like something she has to do, and her aunties would only keep her from it. Besides, if it were really dangerous, Salem would be here already and look, her familiar's nowhere in sight. ]
Thank you, Ambrose.
[ She's more worried about the psychopomps than she is for her own safety. But between the two of them, they can keep an eye out for the dreaded birds, right? Right. So with a deep breath, she reaches out again and turns the handle, the creaking a harsh sound in the quiet night. ]
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[He nearly suggested that she call Aunt Hilda instead but knew that she was most likely not near a phone either. They were really on their own. He could deal with the birds when they came but he would stay with her as long as he possibly could. He didn't like leaving her on her own.
The exterior of the house looked worn but the inside was nearly spotless as if it had been recently occupied. That wasn't reassuring. Since he couldn't make physical contact with anything, he let her take the lead glancing over his shoulder when he heard something flutter. His heart was in his throat for a moment before he realized it was just the leaves. He took a deep breath before he followed her, stepping into the house.]
There is something here, cuz.