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[moirabyrne]

Who: Dairine and Moira
What: Random bumping into one another
Where: The store!
When: Mid-day, Friday
Status: M for Magick or W for Wizardry.  Ha.

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Dairine had no such concerns about the ball. She was glad Richie had asked her; dances always meant free food -- free delicious food. None of those high school cafeteria mystery cookies. (Sometimes Dairine wondered if those were really chocolate chips.)

However, the dance was far from on her mind as she meandered the aisles, fingers occasionally drumming against her thighs. The trading post was small, but filled with odds and ends, exactly the sort of things Dairine was looking for, since she didn't think that looking through a dumpster her first few weeks here was a good idea.

Her second pass through the shelves of odd jewelry, Dairine found what she was looking for, a simple chain-link bracelet. A few quiet words with the metal affirmed that it was silver. Excellent. Grinning, Dairine picked it up and continued on through.

So maybe "Trading Post" was another word for "Pawn Shop" -- who cared? She was planning on going down to this mysterious ravine sometime soon and needed to be prepared.

[moirabyrne]

Moira passed by a girl who was decidedly shorter than her, but probably taller than Lulu. The witch saw a gleam of something shiny that looked actually interesting. Rearranging the various candles she had in her arms, Moira approached the redheaded girl. Goddess, were there a lot of redheads in town. "Excuse me," the Irish girl said with a small smile on her face. "Whereabouts did you find that?"

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"Oh uh -- " Dairine blinked, surprised to have been interrupted. She had to crane her neck a little to see the other girl. Freaking tall people. Gosh. "Somewhere on that shelf over there." She pointed back where she'd come from. "I didn't see any others, though."

Irish. Dairine grinned proudly to herself for identifying the accent. She'd met some of her Irish relatives, not as extensively as her sister had, but well enough to recognize the other girl. Though she raised her eyebrows at the plethora of colorful wax things in her arms. "Um. You need help or a basket or anything?"

clearly i fail at this sleep thing. damn finding celebs on twitter...

[moirabyrne]

"Ah, thanks. No, some of the things in here are a bit one of a kind, yeah?" Moira smiled. Hanging out with Zak so often was making her not slouch so much. Good for Moira's posture, bad for short people.

"Oh. Em. Maybe a basket, I suppose. I didn't rightly think I'd be getting as much as I have already. I suppose that's why you shouldn't go shopping without a clear idea of what you need."

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"Well, duh I mean, in the end, it's a book. It's not gonna throw information at you that you don't want." Dairine sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. She wished Nita were here, for the first time in her life. Nita was so much better dealing with these Luddite.

"Spot's my computer slash manual," Dairine explained. "But he's kinda shy."

[moirabyrne]

Moira blinked at Dairine. "Are all wizards of your kind so...endearing?"

She moved to the shelf opposite the one Dairine was looking at and looked through...oh! Bookmarks. Perfect. Moira had no idea what she was going to do for Zak's birthday, but at least he would have a bookmark. She flipped through the paper ones until she got to the metal ones. A nice light metal bookmark. Perhaps she'd magick in an inscription.

"Your manuals are..." Moira grappled for the right word. "Sentient?" Having someone just for you that was meant that way. Almost a muirn beath dan but in a different way. She was almost envious of that.

[redfive_exe]

"You'd be surprised." Dairine remembered the wizards they'd housed when Nita went on that exchange program. While two had been perfectly nice houseguests, the third was a complete prick. (That is, until he saved the Sun and then maybe he wasn't that bad and oh, he was kind of cute too.) Dairine shook her head. She was not thinking about that guy.

"Sentient? Spot's more sentient than a lot of people, I think. He's becoming more and more like an organic life-form. He molts, you know?" Dairine shook her head. "The books are sort of like that. They get attitudes, sometimes, but mostly they're just bookish."

[moirabyrne]

"I bet," Moira replied, shaking her head a bit. A fifteen year old wall. That was what it was like talking to. If she ever saw her mum again, Moira would apologize to her for being such a bloody brat at that age.

"More se-" Moira wasn't even going to fight the semantic battle of what was more sentient. " 'Fraid I don't. Molts?"