The Magic Box [Tuesday]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Celia's weekend was still weighing heavily on her mind when she wandered into the Magic Box today. Yes, she got to stay, and yes, she had survived with minimal injury to her person, but she still didn't like how things had gone, especially.

So, she was setting her mind to training, and where better to start than the store where she was immersed in magic all day?

She took a seat behind the counter, and carefully floated half-a-dozen vials across the room, letting them linger in the air a few feet away. She broke them each in turn, then brought the glass back together in careful, precise movements.

She'd be at this for awhile, then she'd move on to enlarging and shrinking them. It was soothing, practicing like this -- and it felt good to do it her own way, like stretching a long-used muscle.

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[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry entered the Magic box today with his backpack filled to the brim with technical equipment. After the weekend he had he was all about work and using it to distract him from everything that had happened.

"Hey Celia, I-"

He stopped when he saw the vials being reformed in mid-air.

"Fuck. You don't see that every day. Or fucking ever."

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"You do if you're me," Celia said, mildly amused by his reaction. She flicked her fingers to move them up higher towards the ceiling, to keep them out of his way (shards of glass and all.) "I'm just practicing, it's all right. You're not interrupting anything."

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Barry shook his head in amusement. "You may rethink that," he said as he started to unload his pack. "I need to take some fucking sensor readings. Ander's friend got sucked through a fucking portal and I'm trying to figure out how to re-open it."

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"...a portal?" Celia looked a bit alarmed at that. "Um. Do you need me to move or anything?"

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"Nope," Barry said pulling out a device and setting up a tripod around the area Karl had disappeared. "And don't worry. I think this was some random thing caused by all the portals being opened up during parents weekend. Or it was magic."

He frowned at that last bit.

"Anyway. How was your fucking weekend? If you don't want to talk about it that's fine. I'm trying not to dwell on it myself."

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"Oh, it was full of the sorts of things you'd think it'd be full of," Celia said, drawing the vials back to rest on the counter and watching him interestedly. "I'm not good enough for Ichabod according to his father, mine thinks I don't spend enough time practicing my magic, et cetera." She waved a hand, rolling her eyes. "And so on. What happened with yours that was so terrible?"

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Barry turned to give Celia an incredulous look. "Well... nothing that bad. There were some good parts. Just trying repressed being gremlin bit and having a friend berate me for being an a-hole," he replied. "It was just dramatic. And I hate fucking drama."

He scowled a bit though.

"Seriously, Ichabod's father said that? Next year point him out to me and I'll put my foot through his ass."

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"I'm sure that'll help," Celia said dryly. "You got gremlin-bit? That's always delightful."

She hadn't been so lucky yet, no.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"That's one way of putting it," Barry said with a grimace. "Hopefully no one has posted it to the internet."

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"What'd you do?" Celia asked, unable to hide her grin even as she pulled the glass apart again and reformed another vial. "If you don't mind my asking."

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"I did mention I was trying to repress this weekend, right?" Barry asked a sigh as he activated his device. "It's probably not going to mean much to you if you're not from this century."

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"No, but I've been here since January," Celia said, her smile widening just slightly. "Try me."

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Barry gave her a look and followed it up with an epic eyeroll.

"Fine. My friend and I thought we were flamboyant rock stars. We sang a medley of songs which included dancing, grinding our butts against each other and at one point my buddy grabbed my crotch so I could hit a high note. Happy now?"

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

She was, actually, Barry. Thanks for the cheer-up!

"That sounds memorable," Celia said mildly, clearly trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry. If it's any comfort, I'm sure I'm due for something mad like that to happen to me any day now."

Pause.

"No one happened to film it, did they?"