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Another streak of light flashes outside and hells bells I am ducking and covering and heading for the nearest shelter. Big brave wizard scared of an itty bitty thunder, well yeah kinda. May have caused the thunder or you know it could just have been that the spell I was working just happened to time itself to a freaking thunderstorm and hey, it isn't my fault. Yeah, I don't believe me either. Harry's going to kill me.

Solo wizardry, this is where it gets me. Okay, so I should've known better. Me and magic? It's temptation and bad things and all kinds of dark side but the spell was just there and it was so easy. And yeah all I wanted was a little bit of magic, bit of age on Harry so he'd stop treating me like a kid and now, yeah storms and I'm hoping that's all that's gone awry. Road to Faerie is paved with good intentions right?

I duck, t-shirt plastering against my skin as the rain covers me and I run heading towards home. Harry's home. He better not be in, he's going to say I told you so and all kinds. And HELLS BELLS the wards. Apprenticing 101 Take Down the Jedi Master's wards before you fry yourself alive.

I mutter a word, slinking through before raising them up behind me. Storms behind me but Harry's home is ahead. And that's safe right? I couldn't have gotten the spell that wrong, could I?

youngpadawan

"It is too hot," Molly called out from the doorway, struggling with the paperbag of shopping as she attempted to lower and reset the wards all at the same time. Making a frustrated noise, she kicked the door too before setting down the food and well, mostly beer on a side table. Pulling off the hooded sweatshirt, she made an ew face at how hot she was before resetting the wards carefully. And she only broke out into a mild sweat at that, her control was getting better and better. "I have cold beers, you better not be naked because I have cold beers."

And her libido could not handle a rough, scruffy naked Harry. It was bad enough she had to be his student already with him knowing about her stupid crush let alone seeing him rough, scruffy... naked. She really needed to stop thinking about that. Molly knocked gingerly on Harry's bedroom door, pushing it open and pretending not to look by covering her eyes and holding out the beer.

"Beer, sweet untainted beer. It's a microbrew, from a genuine pub." Molly said, peeking a little. "Harry? Are you in the shower?"

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.

kilnfired

Brigid set the last of the day's work into the kiln and closed the door. It was still a little chilly during the day so she didn't have any compunction about using the oven during the day. When summer came, she'd do her firing at night so her workshop and studio wouldn't be so stiflingly hot they kept people from lingering.

Lingerers took her pieces home, asked questions, wanted lessons. People wilting from the heat took a glance in and kept going. So not the point of the colony. Finn, she knew, didn't give a rats ass if anyone looked at his pieces, watched him make them, or took them home.

Hell, he'd probably be just as happy to take the lot into the forest and smash them all against the trees if he ran out of room. He made glass for him, if others wanted to cart it home that was fine, too. Questions were a little different and depended on his mood or, more specifically, how recently he'd been laid.

Since he hadn't been off the compound in a week, he seriously worried for the next person that asked about his blowing technique.

Giggling at herself, Brigid pulled clay from the grog and put it on the wedging table in front of her studio. She could have put the table inside, and would in winter or rainy weather, but the second the weather cleared, she'd bribed Finn into moving it. She wanted fresh air and sunshine today.

"What's so funny?" asked a voice just beside her.

"Nothing much," she smiled innocently back at her brother.

He answered with an eyebrow.

"Imagining what'll happen during open studio hours today if anyone asks about your blowing technique," she answered at last.

Because it was her, and not a stranger, Finn smiled back. "At this point, probably an outright offer for a hands on demonstration."

"Hands on?"

"Mouth on," Finn laughed and kissed her forehead as they heard the cars start to pull in to park.

"If I find anyone promising, I'll send them on," Brigid promised with a pat to his cheek. "I know it's not the same when it's me."

Finn sighed. "No, it isn't."

Brigid got up and wrapped her brother in a hug which he returned. "Think we'll ever find anyone we trust enough?"

Finn kissed her forehead. "I don't think that person exists, Brig. Put it out of your head, okay? Looking for shit that doesn't exist will just depress you. Dinner tonight?" he finished stepping from her embrace to head over to his studio before some idiot decided to start fucking around with things marked with the confusing signs that spelled out in huge block letters that his tools were hot and not to touch them.

"Dinner tonight," she answered and started wedging the clay in front of her.

Finn's in the glass (blowing) house, Brigid's in the pottery studio, put in the subject line who you want.

irishcoffee

Maggie finished the chalk easel for the front of the cafe, embellishing the announcements of specials with sunny wildflowers and scrolled ivy leaves. As she walked it out to put on the sidewalk in front of the store, she stopped to let the sun warm her face.

It had rained in Faelan's Folly for a week - starting with storms full of thunder and ear-splitting lightning strikes until tapering off to yesterday's lighter clouds and soft soaking rain to last night's light drizzle.

She'd spent most of her off time during the week near the monument, the flat stone just off the park grounds that was, for all intents, the heart of the Folly. There were rumors about it, of course, some of them right on the mark. Not that she'd ever confirm it.

The monument was also where she rechared, reset her magic and reconnected with the elements that bowed to her. At midnight last night, she knew it was time to get back to business, back to herself, and move herself forward.

Maggie pulled water from a nearby puddle, rinsed the chalk from her fingers, and settled in to help her morning regulars get the caffeine they needed to start their day.

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