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06:30 PM August 25, 1979

Emory had finally found the Irish coven he’d been looking for, but unfortunately, the particular vampire he’d been after in hopes of making alliance had been missing. The battle that ensued the night before had left him more battered and bruised than Emory ever remembered being. Even sitting in his booth in the corner of the pub he’d gone to for lunch cause every part of his body to ache. A large gash on his cheek had only recently stopped bleeding thanks to some basic healing spells that Emory was certain he’d done wrong. Sighing, he lit up a joint to take a draw, not caring who saw him in that moment, and expecting anyone who did notice him to not engage. 

Benjy had been wandering around the hospital in a half asleep daze. His body had grown used to sleeping during this time, but now that his schedule had considerably lightened without seeing Dawn, he’d begun agreeing to pick up shifts for co-workers again. Each case was more or less the same, and more or less not worth his time. Only one had been worthy of picking a book up or using his brain for more than two minutes, so as he entered the room of his last patient for today, he expected much of the same. A quick once over, and clearing the patient. 

“So I’m-- I’m not standing up with you, right?” Peter asked as he rifled through the box his mum had gotten out for him full of his dads old dress robes. Ones he’d assumed had been thrown away forever ago. His own had gotten lost sometime after the Longbottoms wedding, and to say he was panicked would be putting it lightly. Those robes had been so lucky for him!

“Is this thing working?” Jacob asked as he tried to figure out how to make the picture of Caitlin on Jeremiah’s laptop larger. “Can you hear me, Linny?”

Sunday, January 29

“Mmm now I get t’see the artist at work. Gonna warn y'right now, I’m no good at paintin’, but I am good with my body, so hopefully I won’t be a total waste of paint.”