@oathbroken — bal.
‘ No, no, no — I didn’t mean to make it sound like a nuisance or anything. ’ Quite the opposite, actually; Balfour’s relieved she’s called. For… whatever reason it actually ends up being, even if it’s a shite one. He was perilously close to falling into his own head for a minute there, and for reasons he isn’t willing to think about, seeing Julia’s name when his phone lit up did him wonders. ‘ What’s, um — ’ He clears his throat. ‘ Are you alright? What’s up? ’
“i’m all right. just been settling back in for the term. getting used to real life again.” julia smiles to herself as she sits back on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine, pausing every so often to scan a page with interest. “except…i seem to have become famous at every bodega in new york city overnight. so i thought, who better to confide in about this than the guy i apparently—hold on, i wanna get this right—”
biting her lip and trying not to laugh, julia sets one magazine aside and picks up another. “ah—bewitched—” that one is dropped and another taken up. “enchanted, and—” she repeats the process once more. “mesmerized. three completely different kinds of spellwork, by the way. i’m almost flattered.” there’s a definite smile in her voice.
