The Magic Box [Tuesday afternoon]

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Other-Celia may not have ever been aware that she'd once sought gainful employment at all, let alone in a magic shop, but this Celia was all too aware that she'd missed umpteen days of work at this point.

Not exactly a great start to a career in this sort of thing, she thought.

She made up for it today by bustling into the shop a little early, surveying the inventory and the shopfront, and conjuring up an apron to toss over her damp, clinging skirt. (The conjuring, she had to admit, felt good -- like stretching a cramped muscle.) The afternoon would be spent dusting and tidying and cleaning -- not because the store needed it, but because she felt bad.

Never mind, of course, the fact that Celia was still dripping wet from catching her skirt in a puddle, and couldn't seem to magically shove the water droplets off her. Even the apron she'd summoned was fairly drenched instantly, too. Fine. She'd mop, then.

She still did it with magic, though. She didn't feel that bad about it.

[....did I forget to include my own random event in here? you saw nothing.]