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Magic Box, Thursday, 3/15

Yeah, you know what was helpful in opening a store? Having your key. Tara seriously about took her room apart before deciding to just magic the lock open. And then she had to find a lock-magicing spell that didn't involve possibly blowing up the door, which also took some time.

But that was past, and now she was in the store, and ...

Where the hell was the codex of magical supplies she had wanted to use to help track down stuff for Kennedy?

[OOC: Open post, frustrated witch!]

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"-- and I swear to god I thought I brought it with me, but it's not anywhere in my hotel room," Kennedy was saying into her phone, annoyed, when she showed up. "You're sure you haven't seen it... Right. Okay. Maybe just email me another copy? 'kay. Thanks, um... gotta go... yeah, you too. Bye."

She had stopped on her way in to pick up coffee, and headed for the counter to put that down before pocketing her phone.

"Hey."

Tara held up a finger in a give-me-a-minute gesture. She was by the bookshelves, pulling things off shelves and putting them back on.

Finally, she gave up and turned to Kennedy. "Hi. Sorry for the" -- guilty glace to bookshelves -- "but, uh, the book I wanted for you has gone on vacation."

"Kind of like the shopping list I had for you?" Kennedy sighed. "Yeah. Maybe they ran off together."

"I hope they're happy together," Tara said, and sighed. "Um ... okay. I ... kind of don't know where to start. Maybe just tell me what you think you need?"

It was still weird to talk to Kennedy, between the "hey, you're dead in three years" factor and the ex factor. having a project to focus on seemed like it might make things easier.

Kennedy had just gotten off the phone with Willow; it wasn't any less weird from her end.

"I can actually send you a whole list of stuff we're looking for, when I get it," she offered. "Books-wise, anyway. I can't pronounce most of those titles. Don't ask me to spell 'em. For the other stuff..."

She picked up one of the mochas, held the other out for Tara.

"Let's just say someone's gotta rebuild their entire collection of spellbooks and supplies from scratch. Where would you start?"

Tara took the coffee thoughtfully. "I'm not sure," she said. "I guess ... it would depend on what I had to do."

"Locator spells, shielding, wards," Kennedy began, frowning; she still didn't know much about the terminology. "A lot of the same kind of stuff you use here?"

"So like a witch starter kit," Tara mused. "That ... I can do that. S-somebody lost her collection in the, uh, apocalypse-thing?"

See Tara trying not to prod too much.

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"All of it, yeah. It's a very upsetting situation." Watch Kennedy, in turn, trying to play that off casually. "It's gonna take a while to replace everything, but y'know... It won't really be the same, huh?"

"Not if y-your friend has been doing magic for a while. Things get ... sentimental," Tara said, shaking her head. She went over to a rack of amulets, twirling it to pick out the few that held the promise of real power.

"It's great that you're helping," she added. "I know magic hasn't always, um, been your thing."

"Weirdly that's what makes me useful," Kennedy said wryly, trailing a few steps behind her; she could definitely vouch for the sentimental value of the things Willow had lost, particularly the ones that hadn't been hers to begin with, but actually saying so seemed like a really bad idea. "And, I mean, I can't not, right? I wouldn't be what I am now without it."

"How different do you feel?" Tara asked curiously, placing the pile of amulets to one side and glaring at them to stay put. "I mean, you seem ... about the same. But it must be huge, inside."

Not exactly the same, no. But very close, and with the same bright aura from what Tara could remember.

"Everything's sharper," Kennedy began, idly drawing circles on the countertop with one finger. "Senses-wise, I mean. I thought I was going to pass out at first from it. And I guess-- you know how I used to never be able to sit still? That's the big thing, really. I don't have that problem any more. Guess it's 'cause that energy has somewhere to go, now."

She took another sip of mocha, looking thoughtful. "It is huge. And I love it."

"You got what you always wanted," Tara marveled. "I'm not surprised you love it, but -- I'm glad. Really glad."

She went over to the books, tried to find a couple basic spellbooks for the package. "Any tradition your friend follows?" she wondered. "Or just ... basic magic stuff?"

"Well, you know me and getting my way," Kennedy said lightly, but with a touch of self-deprecating humor that might have been beyond her before. "It always happens eventually. Just took a little longer this time."

She stuck her hands in her pockets and came over to peer at the shelves, hoping to spot some title that might ring a bell.

"Just general stuff, I think. She's not super traditional, at least I don't think so. Compared to you, anyway..."

She trailed off, feeling like that had sounded kind of awful.

"Compared to me?" Tara repeated, amused. She didn't see herself that way. "Seriously, it's fine. I'm ... happy to get to help, you know?"

She sighed at the books. "I swear, we had more last week."

Well, Kennedy's frame of reference was pretty limited.

"It's not just me then? Because I'm totally sure I brought more stuff with me, but my favorite boots are missing and they're not at home," she complained. "And-- okay, I know I brought a stake with me, but..."

She patted her back pocket. "Apparently not?"

"Oh, no, not just you," Tara assured her. "I've been working here three years and I never lost my keys before this morning." A pause.

"Okay ... almost never. But still. It's weird and no fun, and do you just carry a stake all the time now?"

And now Tara was even more glad Kennedy's portal hadn't come through before the weekend.

That made two of them.

"Pretty much all the time, yeah," Kennedy admitted.

"...wait, you lost your keys? 'cause this is starting to sound like a Fandom thing. Or just a really annoying trend."

"I'm voting Fandom," Tara said. "Seriously, do you know how hard it is to find a spell that forces a lock and can't blow the door off the hinges? I was like two hours late. Learning to pick the lock would have been faster."

"Yeah, but I can't decide which way would lead to more swearing," Kennedy remarked lightly.

Said the girl who'd just kick the door down.

"But this is me, not surprised you found the right spell," she added with a grin. "God, Fandom, I missed your kind of crazy."

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