Mar 17, 2019
@kryptoreth liked here for a starter
“So I heard this town had some sort of mysterious protector these days, I’m guessing that’d be you?” Anabelle asked, as the bookshop’s owner returned to the back of his store, finally.
The ghost-witch was seated comfortably on his desk, smoking a cigarette that wasn’t much more than an extension of her will. The ghost tended to travel, usually hovering in larger cities, but she liked to stay appraised.
And powerful warlocks quietly helping people, masquerading as bookstore owners, well there was something interesting about that. There were always too many magical problems in the world, not enough willing to help. A lot of them in places far more densely populated than Greendale.
