The Magic Box [Tuesday]

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Celia came in to work today bearing a rather sleepy-looking owl on her begloved arm. She felt bad, really, about keeping him awake during the day, but he hadn't seemed happy to just stay in her room without her, either.

(At least, from what she could tell using their hoot-and-flap-based system of communication. She admittedly didn't have a lot of experience communicating with birds before Ichabod had apparently turned into one.)

Of course, when she walked in today, she found the place half-covered in decorations for some sort of Hallowe'en celebration. In July. Because her week hadn't been odd enough.

"Well, at least you match the theme," she told Ichabod, setting him on the counter as she eagerly peered around at the decorations. She eventually found the boxes with the remaining artifacts in them, and that was how she spent her day: hanging those up, so the store was in full spooky regalia.

Because when one walks into madness, one should embrace it. And because orange and black went nicely together.

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