Jun 1
@clocktower-guardians
Museums were always sort of big and creepy after dark. But Tirritus had promised to bring her to the one in New York. The only problem was, his magic had been drained a fair bit, so he couldn't exactly mask his form.
So instead they waited until dark, when everyone had gone home. Now the museum was empty, and quiet. A small spell from the old demon was enough to set the cameras on a loop. Hannah had wanted to explore, and Tirritus agreed, with the meetup point being the front desk.
Walking down the halls, Hannah looked at the various sculptures of old dinosaurs, standing on the tips of her toes to read signs.
