[ Her hand was inches from the door when Ambrose appeared, her fingers itching to touch the peeling paint and tarnished handle. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see movement inside, a shadow shifting in the already darkened house, but still she turned her attention to her cousin. ]
It's calling to me, Ambrose. It wants me here.
[ Logically, she knew that was exactly why she should turn around and leave right that second. But if it was pulling her in, what was there to say it wouldn't do the same to a human who happened by? The house was at the edge of city limits but there were plenty of people who hiked through the woods and might stumble upon it. If the house had such a pull on a witch, there would be no hope for a mortal.
Frowning with resolute acceptance, she added another detail he probably wouldn't like. ]
[Come on, cuz, you're making his job harder! He groaned, running his hands through his astral hair. This wasn't going to be a quick trip after all.
He didn't want to leave her alone here. He had been in this house before with Aunt Hilda and that had been enough.]
Well, I'm going with you then until you leave.
[He was nervous about her going in the house but he looked around, making sure he didn't see any of the little birds who would be coming by eventually.]
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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It's calling to me, Ambrose. It wants me here.
[ Logically, she knew that was exactly why she should turn around and leave right that second. But if it was pulling her in, what was there to say it wouldn't do the same to a human who happened by? The house was at the edge of city limits but there were plenty of people who hiked through the woods and might stumble upon it. If the house had such a pull on a witch, there would be no hope for a mortal.
Frowning with resolute acceptance, she added another detail he probably wouldn't like. ]
Besides, I don't think it will let me leave.
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[Come on, cuz, you're making his job harder! He groaned, running his hands through his astral hair. This wasn't going to be a quick trip after all.
He didn't want to leave her alone here. He had been in this house before with Aunt Hilda and that had been enough.]
Well, I'm going with you then until you leave.
[He was nervous about her going in the house but he looked around, making sure he didn't see any of the little birds who would be coming by eventually.]
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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.