02-28-2023, 11:27 PM
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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Hellurrr! Quote:
Originally Posted by renmarie
Charlie let out a sigh of frustration as she looked around, taking in her surroundings. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so lost. The streets were completely unfamiliar to her, and she couldn't seem to find the shop she was looking for no matter how hard she tried. She had been excited to check it out, but now she was starting to think that maybe she should have written down the address instead of relying on her memory.
Giving up on her shopping for the day, Charlie decided to take a stroll and clear her head. The sound of the wind chimes caught her attention, their melodious tones soothing her frayed nerves. She followed the sound until she came across a small vendor that sold nothing but wind chimes. Each one was unique, and the way they swayed in the wind was hypnotizing.
As Charlie perused the selection of wind chimes, memories of her grandmother flooded her mind. Her grandmother had been a firm believer in using wind chimes as a form of protection against evil spirits. Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. Protection spells were far more effective, but her grandmother's quirky beliefs were always endearing.
Brody was one hundred percent skeptical of the windchimes and the ‘security’ they were boasted to offer. He’d have been far more okay with just getting a regular windchime {because in his head, they went along perfectly with the tons of plants in his and Gabriel’s apartment}. In any case, he didn’t need any that warned him of intruders; Gabriel’s protection spells were enough. It was like that when one was married to an Auror. With his mind made up, Brody politely thanked the hag then turned to depart.
It was the chuckle from the woman near to him that left him confused for a bit. Had he said something amusing? “I’d rethink about buying whatever object you’ve got your eyes on,’’ Brody murmured to her. “Some of these things don’t even work.” |
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