Something is not as it usually is in the village. Christopher doesn't feel any different personally, but something is definitely affecting a lot of other people. Something that is good for business, admittedly, but not right ( Read more... )

He's been told he'd need a job. His wish was to work at some place where he could also work on getting home. The result was Christopher taking over ownership of the Magic Shop.

What he had not anticipated is being summoned by the shop when a customer is waiting for assistance. He senses the 'pull' while he sits in a comfortable armchair in his ( Read more... )

When Jaenelle issued the invitation on the network, she was a little nervous that no one would want to come ( Read more... )

Jaenelle was in the Magic Shop with Smoke when she heard the strange alarm sound through the village. She burst up out of her chair and headed to the window to see what was happening outside.

The Village was changingAgain ( Read more... )

School was already out and Annie was standing by the playground, looking at the swings. She hadn't been back since spending that time with Dr. Maura. Maybe she'd wait to be with her Da the next time, then maybe David after that, even if he didn't play ( Read more... )

Jaenelle was moving around the Magic Shop, taking inventory as she rearranged things. Smoke was by her side as she moved through out the store humming and different items were floating in the air around her as she placed them just where she wanted them to be ( Read more... )

In her world where humans can be transformed into vampires, where there are natural blood-lines that make werewolves a reality, one would believe that Rosalie Hale would easily believe in the validity of magic ( Read more... )

Jaenelle had always enjoyed coming to this shop since she arrived in the Village, but as of late, she had been spending a great deal of time here. When she wasn't in the workshop the Coven put together after school, she was usually here ( Read more... )

Lately Spencer had been feeling as though he'd reached a stalemate on his schizophrenia research. He spent his hours in the lab going in circles over various chemical compounds and neurotransmitters. It didn't help that he had little way of testing any theories or treatments that he might come up with. He had perhaps taken on a monumental task, ( Read more... )

It was not Monday. Monday's were inventory days, but as she hadn't bothered since Wes had gone today seemed like as good a day as any ( Read more... )