who: open to allย where:ย outside Genevieveโs homeย when: two days after the seance
Arriving in a foreign city with a directionless list of names doesnโt make Renโs job easy.ย She hadnโt trusted Genevieve before all the grimoire drama and she wasnโt keen to trust the magic banging scholar now. Unfortunately, the odds were stacked against her independence. Ren couldnโt ignore the truth, couldnโt ignore the article outing her witching-kin and she trulyย couldnโt ignore the panic in Genโs call. If there were others with magic, of course they should be sticking together. They need me,ย Ren couldnโt help thinking.ย
Going to the scholars home house was a hail mary, unsure how else she would find her kindred witches without becoming a creepy stalker. Sure enough, thereโs a girl outside the home and she doesnโt seem to view Ren kindly.ย Another short-sight on her part, she thinks. Thereโs nothing subtle about how she walks forward, approaching the house with her dog, Erzulie, in tow. She approaches coolly, acting as if her presence at Genevieveโs home in that moment makes full sense, trying to keep the sharpness of her features friendly.ย
โYo,โ she lifted a hand to wave, โDonโt suppose the old bat is here is she...didnโt seem like sheโd hang around when she called. Genevieve, I mean.โ The waving hand dips to scratch behind her neck, not in insecurity but pure nonchalance. โGuessing if youโre standing outside her house, youโre one of the women Iโm meant to speak with.โย
