06-18-2017, 01:19 PM
The day was supposed to be peaceful. The forecast predicted it would be sunny and breezy with occasional clouds to break the heat up. Margot had planned for a quiet day of studying and not much more. The day started with the standard amount of kitchen fuss that it usually did, with the littlest blood witch enjoying her morning coffee on the bench seat of the kitchen table and listening to her mentor bitching about having to explain to a room full of idiots exactly how and why 'going to town' on someone with a tire iron would lead to death.
The hours following that were as quiet as expected; Ned was holed up in the study trying to wrap his mind around Time, and Margot was reading about chemistry and the composition of materials out of a college textbook while enjoying the breeze from an open window in the living room. She had the television set on for quiet background noise and Yorick the Red Rabbit napping in her lap, and had been in this position for over an hour now when she lifted her eyes from the pages, stretched her arms and spine, and spied the bright red banner of 'BREAKING NEWS' across the bottom of the screen, accompanied by flashing lights.
She was just contemplating the familiarity of the pretty Vietnamese face from which the report was being told when her phone began buzzing aggressively for her attention on the coffee table, rattling about on the flat wood surface. 'Will' was the name in bold white text across the top of the screen, accompanied by a face that looked like a mask of sunshine and youthful blond bliss in a bubble below.
Concern and a sense of impending doom mixed to make for hesitation, just long enough that Will in the closet may worry that Margot wouldn't answer after all, but just before the phone went to voicemail, her voice picked up on the other end, absolutely drenched with skeptical suspicion.
"....Hello?"
The hours following that were as quiet as expected; Ned was holed up in the study trying to wrap his mind around Time, and Margot was reading about chemistry and the composition of materials out of a college textbook while enjoying the breeze from an open window in the living room. She had the television set on for quiet background noise and Yorick the Red Rabbit napping in her lap, and had been in this position for over an hour now when she lifted her eyes from the pages, stretched her arms and spine, and spied the bright red banner of 'BREAKING NEWS' across the bottom of the screen, accompanied by flashing lights.
She was just contemplating the familiarity of the pretty Vietnamese face from which the report was being told when her phone began buzzing aggressively for her attention on the coffee table, rattling about on the flat wood surface. 'Will' was the name in bold white text across the top of the screen, accompanied by a face that looked like a mask of sunshine and youthful blond bliss in a bubble below.
Concern and a sense of impending doom mixed to make for hesitation, just long enough that Will in the closet may worry that Margot wouldn't answer after all, but just before the phone went to voicemail, her voice picked up on the other end, absolutely drenched with skeptical suspicion.
"....Hello?"