Could I be any more bored?
Since this was turning out to be an oh so action packed day, I figure I may as well use the time to stock up on a few supplies. Not the school kind, that is. Dad had made more than sure I had more than any freshman could ever need in the way of that. If ever I would find myself in need of a mini combination stapler/hole puncher or a four-color highlighter/permanent marker, I was set.
I needed supplies of the Wicca kind. My initial plan had been to see if Willow needed to make a run too, she was nowhere to be found. Well at least nowhere I looked, that is. So I headed off to the Magic Shop on my own.
After picking up a few new candles and browsing through the channeling crystals, I moved over to the potion ingredients. /Let’s see, mugwort and newts eyes are the only things I really know I’m out of./ No need to get overly spendy, cause boy, does that stuff add up quick. Maybe the Wicca group on campus had some kind of supply hook up? That would be great.
Having to survive the method of torture that was the campus bookstore almost made me not want to sift through the shelves here. Almost, but not quite, of course. /Oooh, transmogrification. This one’s new. Coulda used this a few years ago./ And why is it that someone’s always standing in front of the book you want to look at?
“Uh, excuse me,” I said, so at least the person had a heads up before I reached in front of her face to pull the book off the shelf.
[open to Kore or anyone who wants to wander in the Magic Box]
I needed supplies of the Wicca kind. My initial plan had been to see if Willow needed to make a run too, she was nowhere to be found. Well at least nowhere I looked, that is. So I headed off to the Magic Shop on my own.
After picking up a few new candles and browsing through the channeling crystals, I moved over to the potion ingredients. /Let’s see, mugwort and newts eyes are the only things I really know I’m out of./ No need to get overly spendy, cause boy, does that stuff add up quick. Maybe the Wicca group on campus had some kind of supply hook up? That would be great.
Having to survive the method of torture that was the campus bookstore almost made me not want to sift through the shelves here. Almost, but not quite, of course. /Oooh, transmogrification. This one’s new. Coulda used this a few years ago./ And why is it that someone’s always standing in front of the book you want to look at?
“Uh, excuse me,” I said, so at least the person had a heads up before I reached in front of her face to pull the book off the shelf.
[open to Kore or anyone who wants to wander in the Magic Box]