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[not_broomboy]

He walks upstairs after a rather interesting conversation with a rather interesting sort of lady who very well might have been a Witch. He's not sure, of course, as he didn't want to go around labeling people as such willy nilly, but she'd seemed the type, had that sort of feeling to her. She had reminded him of both Lady Glinda and his own mother and really, the only connection between the two other than a friendship was that they were both magic users. Other than that, the two women couldn't be any more different.

He sits down on the bed for a moment, rubbing at his face with his hands before shucking off his boots and laying back properly.

Life was getting interesting again. Funny how it does tat.