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Nov. 9th, 2013 06:35 pmrecluserose[Something felt wrong.
There is a snap and Amelia looks down to see the tip of her pencil has broken. She wasn't even writing with that much force to begin with. It was a small thing, but felt like one of the most ominous signs she had ever seen in her current life. The witch lets out a heavy sigh and gathers up her graded papers. She knows she's not going to get much done tonight with all these thoughts and concerns brewing in her head.
Of course she had seen the news about the pandemonium in London; every time there was a strange or out of control series of events, she followed it closely, especially if it had to do with a certain group of heroes. The only good thing about the ensuing chaos was that the veil of obscurity that covered the magical community increased. Amelia herself was facing less and less encounters with trouble.
But that was what they would call the calm before the storm even if one had literally just passed.
Evening had fallen over the town of Blackgale and the autumn night sky looked clearer than ever. Amelia stepped outside to her garden. Despite the changing seasons, her flowers were still in bloom and brightly colored. It almost cheered her up. Almost. She looks up at the sky, thoughts of the Nine Realms, Asgard, and that particular someone come up in her mind. If anything, it was hard not to think of those things when the stars were in sight. It was a reminder of what was so close, but so far away and out of her reach.]
... I don't suppose I'll be hearing back from them for a while.
There is a snap and Amelia looks down to see the tip of her pencil has broken. She wasn't even writing with that much force to begin with. It was a small thing, but felt like one of the most ominous signs she had ever seen in her current life. The witch lets out a heavy sigh and gathers up her graded papers. She knows she's not going to get much done tonight with all these thoughts and concerns brewing in her head.
Of course she had seen the news about the pandemonium in London; every time there was a strange or out of control series of events, she followed it closely, especially if it had to do with a certain group of heroes. The only good thing about the ensuing chaos was that the veil of obscurity that covered the magical community increased. Amelia herself was facing less and less encounters with trouble.
But that was what they would call the calm before the storm even if one had literally just passed.
Evening had fallen over the town of Blackgale and the autumn night sky looked clearer than ever. Amelia stepped outside to her garden. Despite the changing seasons, her flowers were still in bloom and brightly colored. It almost cheered her up. Almost. She looks up at the sky, thoughts of the Nine Realms, Asgard, and that particular someone come up in her mind. If anything, it was hard not to think of those things when the stars were in sight. It was a reminder of what was so close, but so far away and out of her reach.]
... I don't suppose I'll be hearing back from them for a while.
