Room 210, Sunday Morning
Yesterday had been a bit of an eye-opener.
Greg had said this place was well-hidden, but had failed to mention it being in freaking Iceland surrounded by Vikings, or that she'd have to try and be nice to weird undead supposed siblings and a certain obnoxious roommate. Or that there had been no apocalypse here, and somehow the magic was up and flowing and so was the electricity. The Order was supposed to prepare her for anything, and yet a year there hadn't prepared her for this.
Now knowing what she did about this place, wards were being started on first thing this morning. Kate was on her hands and knees, using chalk to draw out symbols that vanished again as she muttered. If she was going to live with a bunch of powerful people in very close proximity, she intended to make sure her (okay, shared) space was her own, and that anything she did or thought here didn't bleed out into the rest of the dorms.
[[The door is open, as is the post. Without her wards finished, the magical echo from what she's doing can probably still be felt by people sensitive to that sort of thing.]]
Greg had said this place was well-hidden, but had failed to mention it being in freaking Iceland surrounded by Vikings, or that she'd have to try and be nice to weird undead supposed siblings and a certain obnoxious roommate. Or that there had been no apocalypse here, and somehow the magic was up and flowing and so was the electricity. The Order was supposed to prepare her for anything, and yet a year there hadn't prepared her for this.
Now knowing what she did about this place, wards were being started on first thing this morning. Kate was on her hands and knees, using chalk to draw out symbols that vanished again as she muttered. If she was going to live with a bunch of powerful people in very close proximity, she intended to make sure her (okay, shared) space was her own, and that anything she did or thought here didn't bleed out into the rest of the dorms.
[[The door is open, as is the post. Without her wards finished, the magical echo from what she's doing can probably still be felt by people sensitive to that sort of thing.]]