The Magic Box, Monday

[existencemisspent]

Eliot had managed to dodge this particular duty on the island for the last couple weeks, citing a) trauma from being a ghost for a weekend and b) no one else being around for the week anyway. But this week, things were dreadfully back to normal, so he was here, side-eying the tacky Halloween decor, and attempting to find the giant skeleton a fashionable hat.

And, you know, stocking shelves and attempting to sell magic things. That, too.