"You always do end up in the oddest places, don't you?"
There's something almost wistful, almost oddly fond, about those words, even with their edge and the smallest of small shakes of her head. Her world isn't. Fake. And she does have to get back to it. To Gil. To that banquet. To whatever happened. Wherever it was left. However she ended up here, and in the room before here, that wasn't, she was positive, in that first building.
It's easier than paying any attention to his last words. All business. Business is safest. Even with the faint, but solid, weight resting against the bare skin over her breastbone.
She picked up her wand, having to change it to her left. Hating the need for non-dominant use, but it was her right shoulder and she'd never manage a hold if it was twisted up, the muscle tight and lifted the whole time. Lining her wand up with an inch away from her right shoulder, she tapped on her left elbow with her righ fingers as she looked at him. "Don't let me drop this either. Your cabinets--" The ones above and behind her, sitting on the counter. "--don't need any help currently."
Jo took a breath, looking at him, only a second before closing her eyes. She didn't want to look at the fact she didn't have a single reason not to believe him, and even if she did, it wouldn't hold a candle to the reasons she did. She just closed her eyes, left fingers tightening around her wand, right fingers tightening on the edge of the counter, and started to recite archaic latin very softly, almost a song, right at the bare volume of her breath.
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"You always do end up in the oddest places, don't you?"
There's something almost wistful, almost oddly fond, about those words, even with their edge and the smallest of small shakes of her head. Her world isn't. Fake. And she does have to get back to it. To Gil. To that banquet. To whatever happened. Wherever it was left. However she ended up here, and in the room before here, that wasn't, she was positive, in that first building.
It's easier than paying any attention to his last words. All business. Business is safest.
Even with the faint, but solid, weight resting against the bare skin over her breastbone.
She picked up her wand, having to change it to her left. Hating the need for non-dominant use, but it was her right shoulder and she'd never manage a hold if it was twisted up, the muscle tight and lifted the whole time. Lining her wand up with an inch away from her right shoulder, she tapped on her left elbow with her righ fingers as she looked at him. "Don't let me drop this either. Your cabinets--" The ones above and behind her, sitting on the counter. "--don't need any help currently."
Jo took a breath, looking at him, only a second before closing her eyes. She didn't want to look at the fact she didn't have a single reason not to believe him, and even if she did, it wouldn't hold a candle to the reasons she did. She just closed her eyes, left fingers tightening around her wand, right fingers tightening on the edge of the counter, and started to recite archaic latin very softly, almost a song, right at the bare volume of her breath.