call me maggie

“Oh, catch that!”

Maggie caught the piece of fabric between her forefinger and her middle finger just as it flew past her head. “A bit thin for such windy weather, don’t you think?”

“…We might need to restock at the Purgatory.”

“You mean you’ll”, she pointed toward her brother as she accentuated her word “need to restock at Purgatory. And you might as well add in a couple of hours of serving drinks too, since you’re so keen on it, although do make sure they pay this time, brother.”

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Elinor walked down the aisles completely lost.  She thought since she was going to be learning how to cook, she should start by getting a cook book to work with.  She didn’t know what kind she wanted to get yet but she figured she’d flip through a couple, look at the pictures and see what looked the most delicious.  That was, of course, if she could find the damn section.  After wandering around for what seemed like forever, she finally gave up and looked around for someone to help.  It wasn’t long before Elinor spotted a woman by herself, nose in a book.  Surely she’d know where they were.  Quietly approaching, the red head waved in greeting before speaking, “hey.  Excuse me.  I’m sorta lost.  Don’t suppose you know where the cook books are?”  She asked with a friendly enough smile.  When she got closer, Elinor noticed something oddly familiar about the woman, though she couldn’t quite place it.

Though Maggie often spent most of her time in the office or at home, she often found much enjoyment in procuring a new book every now and again. She’d found a book of interest as she’d travelled through the aisle marked as literary fiction, and had decided to lean against the shelves underneath where she had pulled the book from its place. She had been there for quite a few moments, getting to a quarter of the book as she read indulgently, eating up every word that came along -- until a young woman interrupted her progress. A polite smile formed on her face as she looked at the redhead as Maggie placed a finger inside the book and closed the pages around it. “They should be right down there,” she pointed with her free hand to the right of her. “They should be two sections down on this side of the wall, right after Crafts and Hobbies.” 

He knew that look well; it was the same look she gave at the beginning of a reprimand and it has transcended mortal and immortal life, one that surpassed centuries. Smiling, the second Blackwell sibling forced himself to continue, delaying the news further, “And I know I told you I’d help out at the club since I spend a lot of time there and well, we had a holiday celebration recently right?”

“if you intend to take a decade to come out with it, Noah, I must tell you that I do have plans for at least the next fifty years, so if you would please get on with it.” 

“Hey Maggie, so, you know how you let me drink as much as I want at the club?”

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Maggie gave her younger brother a look that said ‘yes?’ without use of actual words. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight, waiting for the news her brother meant to deliver. Based on the look Noah had given her, and the words placed into a question in order to seem to soften some sort of blow, the older Blackwell wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of replying; instead, she let the silence linger in order for him to continue.

“Don’t think I can’t hear ya,” Kaiden grumbled, sat on her swing that she’d turned around on her front porch, having heard foosteps and the opening of her front gate. “But I just found out Sword Art Online isn’t on Netflix anymore and an ex was brought into the Morgue today. So unless you’ve got booze or are willing to knock me the crap out, go away.”

“I always come prepared.” She said softly, lifting the bottle of liquor beside her head and shaking it, before lowering her arm and holding out the bottle to the blonde.

“Well if you don’t already know...”