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"Hunter. I'm afraid the girls are getting a little restless. They've already switched the furniture from each floor, dyed the dog bright green, and harassed the neighbors children to the point where they won't set foot in their own back yard; all from INSIDE the house." It was Lauren's mother on the phone sounding worried about the girls and not a bit upset about their unusual revelry. "Hemm.somehow I can't ever imagine any of those ever coming from LAUREN. I'm sorry, Sam's a bit of a handful." Hunter said apologetically, but with the tiniest bit of inward amusement. "No, you just don't know Lauren. She doesn't normally bother pulling things like this at home anymore, I would guess out of boredom. She's a little charlatan is what she is, but at least the stunts are intricate. I've never once seen her put ketchup in someone's shoes." She said chuckling. "Yes, it's like it's an insult to their "credibility"" Hunter said bemused. They did really have the intelligence for it. Nothing was ever ordinary or illogical. "I think I might take them out somewhere. Just to keep them occupied. They might start sneaking out otherwise. Someplace crowded and safe." She said, thinking out loud. "Maybe the mall? Girls like the mall, Goddess ask me why..." Hunter suggested sighing. "Don't worry, she'll be back to drag you off to the mall soon enough." She told him in a way only a mother would know how to do. "That would be good, but remember to put watch sigils on them, and spells of protection and repellence and.." "I know Hunter, you don't have to worry, I would never let anything happen to them." She cut him off, chuckling a little. "No worries mother mouse. We'll see you soon." "Very funny." Hunter said dryly, "Be careful." "Good bye to you too Hunter." She said, now laughing.
"Uhmph!" Morgan slammed strait into someone. She was heading back to her monstrosity of a car affectionately nicknamed "Das boot", a '71 Chrysler Valiant with three large paper bags full of groceries that were now sprawled over the muddy parking lot. "UH!" She sighed as she bent to pick them up, silently cursing herself for offering to go grocery shopping. "Sorry about that." She huffed, trying to salvage a squished loaf of bread. "No....it was my fault completely.I'm so sorry, here let me help you with that, I really am so sorry, I should watch where I'm going." He stammered, bending to help replace the strewn items. Looking at a dripping egg carton he frowned in misery, "I'm so sorry, I would pay for them, but I don't ha." He stopped himself abruptly, not meaning to let on he had no money. At this Morgan looked up, she saw a young boy, maybe around fifteen or sixteen, mussy golden hair and deep blue eyes. But his most obvious feature was his thinness. He looked as though he hadn't eaten in days. Morgan cursed to herself, Damn, a runaway. "No really, it was my fault, I'm always bumping into things, if it hadn't been into you, it would have been a pole, or a car, and they would have been dropped anyway." She said, picking up two of the bags. He rose quickly, and handed the other bag over to her, But his eyes remained fixed for a moment on the lunchmeat poking out of the top. This Morgan saw, and decided to take a chance, he looked so hungry what was the harm. "Are you staying someplace?" She asked, making him meet her big sisterly gaze. "Um.Yah.I do, I mean I am.and I should probably get going.and." he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck and starting to move away. "Wait. You could come with me to my boyfriend's house, he would let you stay with him for a few nights." She said calmly, she didn't want to frighten him. "They said it was going to snow."She lied, maybe that would get him to come. She didn't know what it was; she just didn't want this boy out of her sight. He stopped, thinking, he really didn't want to spend below freezing nights in the car, no matter how cool it was to be able to drive it a year before he should. Turning back to her, he said, "Alright. I'll come." And followed her to the car.
"Hunter. I'm afraid the girls are getting a little restless. They've already switched the furniture from each floor, dyed the dog bright green, and harassed the neighbors children to the point where they won't set foot in their own back yard; all from INSIDE the house." It was Lauren's mother on the phone sounding worried about the girls and not a bit upset about their unusual revelry. "Hemm.somehow I can't ever imagine any of those ever coming from LAUREN. I'm sorry, Sam's a bit of a handful." Hunter said apologetically, but with the tiniest bit of inward amusement. "No, you just don't know Lauren. She doesn't normally bother pulling things like this at home anymore, I would guess out of boredom. She's a little charlatan is what she is, but at least the stunts are intricate. I've never once seen her put ketchup in someone's shoes." She said chuckling. "Yes, it's like it's an insult to their "credibility"" Hunter said bemused. They did really have the intelligence for it. Nothing was ever ordinary or illogical. "I think I might take them out somewhere. Just to keep them occupied. They might start sneaking out otherwise. Someplace crowded and safe." She said, thinking out loud. "Maybe the mall? Girls like the mall, Goddess ask me why..." Hunter suggested sighing. "Don't worry, she'll be back to drag you off to the mall soon enough." She told him in a way only a mother would know how to do. "That would be good, but remember to put watch sigils on them, and spells of protection and repellence and.." "I know Hunter, you don't have to worry, I would never let anything happen to them." She cut him off, chuckling a little. "No worries mother mouse. We'll see you soon." "Very funny." Hunter said dryly, "Be careful." "Good bye to you too Hunter." She said, now laughing.
"Uhmph!" Morgan slammed strait into someone. She was heading back to her monstrosity of a car affectionately nicknamed "Das boot", a '71 Chrysler Valiant with three large paper bags full of groceries that were now sprawled over the muddy parking lot. "UH!" She sighed as she bent to pick them up, silently cursing herself for offering to go grocery shopping. "Sorry about that." She huffed, trying to salvage a squished loaf of bread. "No....it was my fault completely.I'm so sorry, here let me help you with that, I really am so sorry, I should watch where I'm going." He stammered, bending to help replace the strewn items. Looking at a dripping egg carton he frowned in misery, "I'm so sorry, I would pay for them, but I don't ha." He stopped himself abruptly, not meaning to let on he had no money. At this Morgan looked up, she saw a young boy, maybe around fifteen or sixteen, mussy golden hair and deep blue eyes. But his most obvious feature was his thinness. He looked as though he hadn't eaten in days. Morgan cursed to herself, Damn, a runaway. "No really, it was my fault, I'm always bumping into things, if it hadn't been into you, it would have been a pole, or a car, and they would have been dropped anyway." She said, picking up two of the bags. He rose quickly, and handed the other bag over to her, But his eyes remained fixed for a moment on the lunchmeat poking out of the top. This Morgan saw, and decided to take a chance, he looked so hungry what was the harm. "Are you staying someplace?" She asked, making him meet her big sisterly gaze. "Um.Yah.I do, I mean I am.and I should probably get going.and." he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck and starting to move away. "Wait. You could come with me to my boyfriend's house, he would let you stay with him for a few nights." She said calmly, she didn't want to frighten him. "They said it was going to snow."She lied, maybe that would get him to come. She didn't know what it was; she just didn't want this boy out of her sight. He stopped, thinking, he really didn't want to spend below freezing nights in the car, no matter how cool it was to be able to drive it a year before he should. Turning back to her, he said, "Alright. I'll come." And followed her to the car.