Salem, alias Abigail Grimm, sat in the quiet hotel lobby, not wearing her black dress, but rather the proper clothes for the job. Even with all the time she'd spent looking around, the changes in no-maj culture were still astounding. The clothes she was wearing and had obtained were not something she'd have even imagined, let alone wore back in her time.

She figured out the TV and remote in her room after the first couple days. It didn't take long for her to discern which shows were fictional (not important for now), non-fictional (or at least less fictional), and news (so many angry people). It helped that each channel seemed to have its themes.

A week into the job, she had decided to indulge in one harmless little spell on occasion. One she could cast with her bone wand concealed in her sleeve. A simple disinterest charm to keep some attention off of herself, letting her observe the no-majes at breakfast with no issues, after she was off the clock, of course.

While the usual nightly nothingness went on, she busied herself with her sketch pads and notebooks. The desk attendant she shared her shift with didn't ask her any questions, instead keeping himself occupied with his devices, thankfully muted.

"If I can figure out a way to make the Grimm from that witch's show, I'll have an army. I just need to figure out how to do it quickly and reliably." She paused and took a sip of her coffee. "Some other allies would be useful. Wizards and witches that want to disrupt the system are a good start. Maybe let a few no-majes in for some perspective.

"I won't use anything like the mark Voldemort used. Anyone with eyes and a hint could find a Death Eater like that. No, I'll need something more subtle than that."

"Hey, Abigail?" The attendant asked without looking away from his device.

"Yes, Micheal?"

"I know this is random, but I like working with you."

"Oh?" Salem turned her attention to the conversation. Maybe she could learn something.

"Yeah. I've been here for a few years, and the night security people are usually. . ."

"Lazy and annoying?"

"Yeah. I understand the lazy part. Nothing exciting happens, but we need the night security to make sure it stays that way. The annoying part is when they think they can do whatever they want around here. I couldn't begin to tell you how many times we've had to come down on them because a guest heard them or something they were playing use vulgarity."

"Foul language."

"Yeah, we've had some pretty bad luck in that regard. The most annoying things you've done are politely walk past my chair and get some coffee. You don't even turn the TV on. Really, it's a shame you're only here until spring."

"Well, I do have a journey to continue."

"Yeah. Hey, maybe we could exchange phone numbers?"

"I don't have a phone, and where I'm going, I don't think it would work."

"Darn. Oh well."

With the conversation over, Salem turned back to her planning. "What about something everyone already has? Something to let my followers know what to do and where to go. . ." Her attention went back to the occupied Micheal, and if she had facepalmed, it would have echoed throughout the lobby. "Phones! The answer was right in front of me! Now I just need to figure out how to convince my mage followers to use them. After I learn how to use one."

Truly, the overnight shifts were productive for Salem.