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[necessary_child]

(OOC: Crackchat, I blame you all. Reckon my French teacher will accept 'Milliways made me' as a reason why my essay's late again?)

Sam inna bar with his lunch and a newspaper. Currently he's doodling ward signs on the edges of the paper. Come distract.

It's too hot for interesting entrance posts. Sorry.

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[whitewitch_thea]

A girl walking by with a mug of herbal tea, paused, eyes roaming his paper. After a few seconds, Thea realised how horribly rude it was and just how much she was staring.

"Sorry." She said, cheeks reddening.

[necessary_child]

Sam glances up and quirks a brow. "You a magic-user, then?"

Ward signs tend to draw the eyes of those attuned to magic, in Sam's experience.

[whitewitch_thea]

"I'm a witch." Thea explained quickly, not mentioning anything beyond that.

She peered at the paper again.

"I haven't seen those before."

[necessary_child]

"No, well that's because I'm in the process of making new wards. Or at any rate modifying existing ones," he explains.

"I'm Sam, by the way."

[i_spoiled_it]

Puppies are usually good at distraction.

There's one sniffling at his shoes. Are they chewable? Gifr wants to chew! CHEW CHEW CHEW CHEW. ... Ooh, trousers. Sniffle sniffle sniffle!

There's a girl, oblivious, a few tables over, and another puppy headed towards Sam to join the fun.

[necessary_child]

Sam yelps, startled. "Hey! My trouser's are not dinner!"

And flicks some bacon a few feet away by way of distraction. Since he doubts whoever owns these creatures would appreciate him sending the pups flying across the bar.

[i_spoiled_it]

No, she certainly wouldn't. Gifr goes OOOH BACON! and tumbles off towards it, puppy-legs working faster than he can really manage, and it takes Gheri only a couple of seconds longer to join the chase.

Monster puppies eat fast. And they're smart, too. Once the bacon's scarfed, they're back to Sam, yipping gleefully and nosing at his shoes again. Shoes produce bacon! It must be!

Steph? Still oblivious. She's got her nose in Encyclopaedia of Myth and Legend, and this bit's interesting.

[necessary_child]

Sam swears under his breath. "Bad puppies."

And calls to them with magic, in a suggestion that they should go back to their owner. Now.