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Molly pushes through the door, sighing to herself. After a long day on the job, she finds the best place to come and relax is a familiar bar. It helps that she's made friends with so many of the supernatural community here in Chicago. Everyone knows, if you need help, find Warden Carpenter, she'll aid you. And coming here, where they all gather, well, it's like going to Cheers. Meets Hogwarts.
Which is why she's a little surprised when no one calls out a greeting upon her arrival. Sure, she's not wearing her grey cloak, but she still has her staff in hand, carved from the same tree as her Mentors, and his Mentors, actually. And her face is the same, although people tend not to notice the face when they see the cloak.
"Mac?" Molly calls out, studying her surroundings. "Hey, Mac, when did you redecorate?"
Pause.
"And where are you?"
Which is why she's a little surprised when no one calls out a greeting upon her arrival. Sure, she's not wearing her grey cloak, but she still has her staff in hand, carved from the same tree as her Mentors, and his Mentors, actually. And her face is the same, although people tend not to notice the face when they see the cloak.
"Mac?" Molly calls out, studying her surroundings. "Hey, Mac, when did you redecorate?"
Pause.
"And where are you?"