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[right][code]13 Mourningdove Lane[/code][/right]
The Archivist finally turned up, and he was an absolute fucking dick. [i]Of course[/i]. No normal person would go around stalking people and sending out magical letters. But the fact he was acting like he was so much better than them was infuriating.

[color=535264][i]Old, old, soooo old![/i][/color]

Bea raised a hand to cover her mouth at the very accurate whispers of one of her new shadows. 

[color=475ca0]”This is why nobody likes old elves.”[/color] While the comment was directed to Rowan, who’d unnecessarily covered for Bea’s mistake, she didn’t bother being quiet about it. If the old fucker heard it, he heard it. She quite frankly didn’t give a fuck. 

Nor, it seemed, did Matt. The moment she got a whiff of sweet, sweet smoke in the air it was over for Bea. She started to get twitching, the urge to smoke clawing at her. It wasn’t something she could resist. Not when someone else was already doing it. She pulled a cigarette out of her pocket, rolling it between her fingers. 

Bea patted Rowan on the shoulder in as close to a comforting gesture as they could give, before moving over to Matt in what was becoming the smokers’ corner. They lit their own cigarette and leaned against the wall next to him, taking a long drag. 

[color=475ca0]”Y’know, smoking too much gives you cancer,”[/color] she intoned to the increasingly animal like man. There was no care or fear for the fact that he’d probably just admitted to killing someone and hiding the body… it wouldn’t be too much of a loss if his claws turned on her. 

She smoked away as Mason also asked a few questions. All about magic and controlling it… Bea didn’t care about what caused it, but controlling it would be nice. Not that she’d be bringing that up herself. Her little talking shadows seemed far too like a hallucination. [i]Especially[/i] when no one else could see them.

[color=535264][i]Glub glub glub glub-[/i][/color]

That one was getting especially annoying.

[color=475ca0]”I got a question,”[/color] Bea spoke up when the other two were done. Nobody else jumped in immediately, so there was a chance for them to get in. [color=475ca0]”What the fuck do you want from us? I want to know that before I go any further into this creepy house.”[/color]