not poison ivy

“Well, you got me there…” 

“It’s just for your safety.  We all need to be careful.”

She continued to let the music play in her head as she worked on trying to manipulate the ice in front of her. She thought she was finally making something when something made a noise that was over her music making loose her concentration and the ice dropped and shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. Pulling the headphones off she turned around. “What the bloody hell?” she says annoyed but concerned.

For someone who spent a good chunk of her life chasing down criminals, Isabel could be a klutz.  That was exactly what happened when she tripped and accidentally dropped three books on the ground.  “Sorry,” she said before bending down to pick up her books.  “I tripped on that turned up rug corner.”

“Yeah well, what does it even matter anymore?”

Isabel’s eyebrow rose.  “It always matters.  What’s wrong?”

“Did they have curfew like this?” 

“No, but we hadn’t been recently overtaken by spirits either.”

“I’m sure I will, but you know, college kids just hate those restrictions. Even if they are to keep us safe.” 

“I know,” she replied with a smile.  “I was a college student too once.”

“Every day is kind of a spirit thing,” she said with a half shrug. “Are you okay after the weekend?”

“Ah,” she replied with a nod and shrug.  “I guess.  It was a big mess though.  How’d you handle it?”  Honestly, Isabel didn’t know what she was doing.  She was almost killed by the spirit possessing Vivian, but she didn’t want to talk about that.

Winona ran her hand through her hair, starting to pull at it as she kept hearing the voices while she sat at her desk. “Guys come on, cut me some slack this year. There’s been way too many of you in my head the last week…oh god, hippies please get out now. The Vietnam war has been over for forty years.” She buried her face into her hands until there was another sound that drew her attention. “Oh thank god you’re not a ghost.”

“Nope, not a ghost,” she reassured her with a smile.  “Why did you think I was a ghost?  Is it the whole spirit thing?”

“I’m already starting to hate this curfew more than I thought I would…” 

“You’ll get used to it,” Isabel reassured him.  “I wouldn’t worry about it.”