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[Nov. 28th, 2009|05:24 pm] |
Who: Charlie & Ed When: 4:30pm Where: Bell, Book & Candle What: Shopping
Charlotte and Aurora had been dropped off by their mother in the shopping district of Mystic Falls, and after a while of looking around together, they'd split up. Charlie backtracked to the interesting looking boutique from which the scent of incense wafted enticingly.
Stepping into a Bell, Book & Candle, she looked around, smiling slowly. Yes, definitely an occult shop. She sent the man behind the counter a polite smile, then began to browse. There was incense and oils and candles in every hue. A mini apothecary held herbs in stoppered glass jars. There were wands and chalices and statues of gods and goddesses, and an entire section devoted to books.
Charlotte was murmuring an incantation aloud from a book when a shelf full of candles spontaneously lit themselves. She didn't notice, but Edmond, the proprietor of Bell, Book, & Candle, did. He smiled wryly, "Would you mind not lighting my stock, I'm supposed to sell that."
"What?" Charlie asked in confusion, looking up at him and glancing over at the shelf of lit candles, and blinking. "I didn't do that.. did I?"
"I'm afraid so," Ed smiled gently, "Rather impressive for one so young, though you might want to work on your focus."
Charlotte blinked at him, wondering if he was having her on, playing some sort of prank on her, but he hadn't moved from the spot he'd been in since she entered the shop, and the candles had definitely been unlit when she walked in.
"I'm... I'm sorry?" She said apologetically, though a thrill was running through her. She'd done actual magic, even if it was totally accidentally, "I'll buy them?"
"Okay," Edmond agreed, walking over to snuff out the flames, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Um, maybe... I'm looking for something," She bit her lip, "A spell to stop psychic abilities."
"Really?" Edmond asked raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly, "Most people want spells to gain them."
"Most people don't actually have to deal with having them," Charlie pointed out with an eye-roll, "So, is there anything?"
"Touché... Tell you what, let me see what I've got," Edmond thought about it for a moment, then perused the shelves, then reached up to take down a book, which he handed to Charlotte, noticing her thin cotton gloves.
At that moment, the bell over the door tinkled musically, announcing the arrival of another customer. |
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