Devils cannot interfere with the stars

Evening brings a fella with a face full of freckles and a shaggy mop of strawberry blond hair into Book's one evening. He's lanky--not in the 'I am in shape' sense, more 'I forget to eat food more than occasionally', and dressed in a T-shirt from a security conference, paired with grey cargo pants and a brown leather messenger bag. He steps in, glances around curiously, and then notices the warning signs, reading one a few times over, as if he'll notice a catch in the wording.

"That's fascinating."

Evening brings a fella with a face full of freckles and a shaggy mop of strawberry blond hair into Book's one evening. He's lanky--not in the 'I am in shape' sense, more 'I forget to eat food more than occasionally', and dressed in a T-shirt from a security conference, paired with grey cargo pants and a brown leather messenger bag. He steps in, glances around curiously, and then notices the warning signs, reading one a few times over, as if he'll notice a catch in the wording.

There was a very real look of disappointment on her face that Hester did her best to muffle when he didn’t jump out of his skin. But hey, she was actually there to do a job, so she ignored the smirk and inclined her head slightly.

Hester grinned with excitement, knocking twice with her knuckle on one of the shelves before saying-

“Hester Blake. I’m a witch of no order, just yet. How would you?”

Hester combed her memory of her notes for a mention of a Leaden Mirror, clicking that he meant Autumn, which did explain why he didn’t startle. When he specified what it was he was looking for, however, she stopped in her tracks, holding a hand up to indicate for him to do the same. She carefully retraced her steps a few paces, then glanced to the right where a passage had mysteriously opened up between a shelf of cookbooks and a shelf of books written by cooks. 

“It’s cool, isn’t it? You’d probably need to ask my boss about the nature of it, though. What do you mean by Spin?”

Evening brings a fella with a face full of freckles and a shaggy mop of strawberry blond hair into Book's one evening. He's lanky--not in the 'I am in shape' sense, more 'I forget to eat food more than occasionally', and dressed in a T-shirt from a security conference, paired with grey cargo pants and a brown leather messenger bag. He steps in, glances around curiously, and then notices the warning signs, reading one a few times over, as if he'll notice a catch in the wording.

There was a very real look of disappointment on her face that Hester did her best to muffle when he didn’t jump out of his skin. But hey, she was actually there to do a job, so she ignored the smirk and inclined her head slightly.

Hester grinned with excitement, knocking twice with her knuckle on one of the shelves before saying-

“Hester Blake. I’m a witch of no order, just yet. How would you?”

Hester combed her memory of her notes for a mention of a Leaden Mirror, clicking that he meant Autumn, which did explain why he didn’t startle. When he specified what it was he was looking for, however, she stopped in her tracks, holding a hand up to indicate for him to do the same. She carefully retraced her steps a few paces, then glanced to the right where a passage had mysteriously opened up between a shelf of cookbooks and a shelf of books written by cooks. 

"It's cool, isn't it? You'd probably need to ask my boss about the nature of it, though. What do you mean by Spin?"

Evening brings a fella with a face full of freckles and a shaggy mop of strawberry blond hair into Book's one evening. He's lanky--not in the 'I am in shape' sense, more 'I forget to eat food more than occasionally', and dressed in a T-shirt from a security conference, paired with grey cargo pants and a brown leather messenger bag. He steps in, glances around curiously, and then notices the warning signs, reading one a few times over, as if he'll notice a catch in the wording.

There was a very real look of disappointment on her face that Hester did her best to muffle when he didn’t jump out of his skin. But hey, she was actually there to do a job, so she ignored the smirk and inclined her head slightly.

Hester grinned with excitement, knocking twice with her knuckle on one of the shelves before saying-

“Hester Blake. I’m a witch of no order, just yet. How would you?”

Hester combed her memory of her notes for a mention of a Leaden Mirror, clicking that he meant Autumn, which did explain why he didn’t startle. When he specified what it was he was looking for, however, she stopped in her tracks, holding a hand up to indicate for him to do the same. She carefully retraced her steps a few paces, then glanced to the right where a passage had mysteriously opened up between a shelf of cookbooks and a shelf of books written by cooks. 

Evening brings a fella with a face full of freckles and a shaggy mop of strawberry blond hair into Book's one evening. He's lanky--not in the 'I am in shape' sense, more 'I forget to eat food more than occasionally', and dressed in a T-shirt from a security conference, paired with grey cargo pants and a brown leather messenger bag. He steps in, glances around curiously, and then notices the warning signs, reading one a few times over, as if he'll notice a catch in the wording.

There was a very real look of disappointment on her face that Hester did her best to muffle when he didn’t jump out of his skin. But hey, she was actually there to do a job, so she ignored the smirk and inclined her head slightly.

Hester grinned with excitement, knocking twice with her knuckle on one of the shelves before saying-

"Hester Blake. I'm a witch of no order, just yet. How would you?"

Evening brings a fella with a face full of freckles and a shaggy mop of strawberry blond hair into Book's one evening. He's lanky--not in the 'I am in shape' sense, more 'I forget to eat food more than occasionally', and dressed in a T-shirt from a security conference, paired with grey cargo pants and a brown leather messenger bag. He steps in, glances around curiously, and then notices the warning signs, reading one a few times over, as if he'll notice a catch in the wording.

There was a very real look of disappointment on her face that Hester did her best to muffle when he didn’t jump out of his skin. But hey, she was actually there to do a job, so she ignored the smirk and inclined her head slightly.

Hester grinned with excitement, knocking twice with her knuckle on one of the shelves before saying-

Evening brings a fella with a face full of freckles and a shaggy mop of strawberry blond hair into Book's one evening. He's lanky--not in the 'I am in shape' sense, more 'I forget to eat food more than occasionally', and dressed in a T-shirt from a security conference, paired with grey cargo pants and a brown leather messenger bag. He steps in, glances around curiously, and then notices the warning signs, reading one a few times over, as if he'll notice a catch in the wording.

There was a very real look of disappointment on her face that Hester did her best to muffle when he didn't jump out of his skin. But hey, she was actually there to do a job, so she ignored the smirk and inclined her head slightly.

Shortly after she spoke with Remy, with thoughts of her future weighing on her mind, Hester scheduled a meeting with Sigyn to discuss 'something important'. She was already at a booth in the Watchtower when Sigyn arrived, staring directly into space over her drink.

She jolted, but smiled shortly after, gesturing across from her.

Hester took a breath, mentally repeating what she’d rehearsed one last time before speaking.

Hester raised her hands a little, in a placating gesture.

"Hoo- that's a doozy." She considered carefully before answering.

Shortly after she spoke with Remy, with thoughts of her future weighing on her mind, Hester scheduled a meeting with Sigyn to discuss 'something important'. She was already at a booth in the Watchtower when Sigyn arrived, staring directly into space over her drink.

She jolted, but smiled shortly after, gesturing across from her.

Hester took a breath, mentally repeating what she’d rehearsed one last time before speaking.

Hester raised her hands a little, in a placating gesture.

Shortly after she spoke with Remy, with thoughts of her future weighing on her mind, Hester scheduled a meeting with Sigyn to discuss 'something important'. She was already at a booth in the Watchtower when Sigyn arrived, staring directly into space over her drink.

She jolted, but smiled shortly after, gesturing across from her.

Hester took a breath, mentally repeating what she’d rehearsed one last time before speaking.

Hester raised her hands a little, in a placating gesture.

Shortly after she spoke with Remy, with thoughts of her future weighing on her mind, Hester scheduled a meeting with Sigyn to discuss 'something important'. She was already at a booth in the Watchtower when Sigyn arrived, staring directly into space over her drink.

She jolted, but smiled shortly after, gesturing across from her.

Hester took a breath, mentally repeating what she'd rehearsed one last time before speaking.

Shortly after she spoke with Remy, with thoughts of her future weighing on her mind, Hester scheduled a meeting with Sigyn to discuss 'something important'. She was already at a booth in the Watchtower when Sigyn arrived, staring directly into space over her drink.

She jolted, but smiled shortly after, gesturing across from her.

Hester had followed the instructions Remy gave her to the letter, quietly revelling in how much like a spy story this felt like as she supplied the other half of the code phrase. Upon reaching the back room, she did the ol' head-swivel for a moment to find Remy, smiling politely as she approached. "Remy- nice to see you again, thank you so much for agreeing to this meeting- I have questions. A lot of questions."