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[youngpadawan]

Harry had done a thing. This was definitely a Harry thing. If she had to guess on how much of a stupid Harry thing that Harry had done? It was definitely at about a nine, which on the Scale was akin to wearing a leather and metal bikini around a giant fugly slug creature. So, Harry had done a thing Again and she had to pick up the pieces. In her towel. Yeah, Harry had definitely done a thing worth killing for. Or at least Mom level of scary glare at him.

"And he would've gotten away with it to if it hadn't have been for those darn pesky kids, come on Obi-Wan not really getting the whole point of this little lesson!" Molly said to the air, raising her hands above her head and almost giving a couple of hey, faeries and just her kind of faeries. "You guys want to help a girl out and in return I promise I'll buy you guys a slice of pizza?"

Yeah, who was the big bad faerie tamer that would be her. Now, all she had to do was get some clothes, get her magic on and find her stupid ass Captain oh Captain. Wherever he was, he better have his damn coat on him because it was cold. And was that a door? She was definitely going to exit stage right because damn that place smelt like coffee.

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[youngpadawan]

Molly expanded her shield out a little, veiling the magic and making it invisible and hidden. Yeah, she was gonna have a headache in the morning with this. Trust Harry to get her into trouble.

"Yep, you know the full hospitality for a guest kind of treatment." Molly replied with an easy smile. "Any kind of bread. How did you do that with the clothes?"

[irishcoffee]

"All right then," Maggie nodded and pulled a bottle of water from the bar fridge behind her and sliding it over. Next she pulled a fresh loaf of honey wheat from the display and started slicing. "Sorry if I'm acting a bit odd, but in my mind bread and water is what's served to people being punished or held captive for some reason. If that's the custom where you're from, it's wrong of me to question it."

She finished slicing and put two thick slices on a plate with a small dish of whipped butter. "I'm Maggie," she said as she slid it over. "Maggie Donnelly, welcome to Faelan's Folly."

[youngpadawan]

"Nope, definitely not captives. They don't tend to feed captives, you know just torture them for the fun times." Molly replied, biting her lip piercing. She took the bread, and ate and drank a little feeling a little happier about the whole guest custom. She didn't get the heebie jeebies from the woman but you never knew. And it always paid to be extra careful. "I'm Molly."

Just Molly. Names had power and yeah, she kinda was getting a bit too paranoid in her old age.