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Normally Levi's trips to the coffee shop was something that he looked forward to, a comfortable ritual and a way to group himself by seeing his oldest and closest friend. Today though, it wasn't quite the same. Today he had business.

His face set in a grim mask, he pushed open the door to the shop and made straight to the counter where a cup of coffee appeared in front of him. He hadn't even noticed who put it there, if it was Maggie or someone else. Folly had seen it's share of troubles over the years but he was worried that this might be more serious than any of them.

Taking the small vile out of his pocket, he tilted it side to side, watching the liquid gold inside swirl and shimmer. A tiny vial and it might bring the entire town to its knees.

irishcoffee

It's still strange to me, not being at the cafe all hours of the day. Arriving at five in the morning to start the day's baking, staying until past six in the evening to clean and right the place for the next day had been the rule.

Now it's the exception. Turns out, having someone to wake up next to in the morning makes leaving bed to mix scones the absolute last thing I want to do when the sun starts to lighten the sky.

Two assistants take care of morning and evening prep and cleaning. I breeze in around ten in the morning and head out around four when Jack comes by to pick me up on his way home.

Some days I don't make it in at all.

Today, though, I'm readying the cafe to welcome the equinox. Pumpkin spice lattes, muffins and breads. Hot cider and thick, rich stews will take the place of the chilled beverages and fruit from the summer.

Based on the smiles I see from the people coming through the doors and reading the day's menu board, the changes are welcome ones.

irishcoffee

It was without a doubt, Maggie's least favorite day.

Mother's Day wasn't far behind it but she only had vague memories of her mother. She'd been six when the woman had dropped back out of The Folly. Long enough for Maggie to remember her, but not long enough for anything to remain in her mind beyond little shadows in her mind.

Her father's exit. That she remembered clearly, considering she'd been the one that found him when the last of his attempts to bring her back to the Folly had failed. Magic drained after five years of these attempts, he'd been unable to fight the depression, unable to see anything beyond the loss of the love of his life.

Unable to see the daughter he'd be leaving behind.

She'd seen first hand what magical exhaustion did now that she was fully in her magic now. When she'd been eleven and sent to her foster home, it hadn't been as easy to see at all. She still hated him for leaving, still wished she'd been enough to keep him from giving up, but now, she was a little more accepting of it all.

When she saw a vaguely familiar woman at his gravesite, it took everything she had not to pull the earth, wind and water to her to blast the woman, and the trash around the headstone, into the forest so deep even Bella wouldn't be able to find her.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

irishcoffee

Maggie dumped the last full dustpan into the garbage can and surveyed her cafe.

Broken tables, the pastry case smashed, coffee and tea tins turned into a sludge that had covered the floor. And like a cherry on top, every bag from the dumpster upended in her kitchen.

Once she'd made her post to the main community and the last of the crime scene unit Levi had left after taking her statement, and ranting out more than a little anger over what had been done.

It wasn't the first time she'd had to endure hatred like this - she was the only Donnelly left in the Folly, she was the direct descendant of the town's founder. She'd known from the time she was in her early teens that she had a big ass target on her back.

This was the first time it had ever hit something she cared about; something she loved. She didn't know whether or not to be scared or pissed off, and that upset her even more.

When the bell over the door chimed, she bit out some of that upset.

"In case the big 'Closed' sign was misleading, the only coffee being served today is out of a thermos and the pastries are on hold until I can get the garbage out of my ovens."

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.

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.

irishcoffee

Once the last of the Saturday breakfast crowd had thinned, Maggie settled into her favorite part of the week.

It was the day before the Sunday brunch and after church crowd, not the daily grind of the weekend; it was just a quiet Saturday afternoon. She had her tea, a plate of cookies some of the town's resident's called biscuits, a fire in the grate, and a book. Perfect for a rainy afternoon with nothing much pressing on her time but worries about her best friend.

A best friend who had better show up if he knew what was good for him.

For anyone else that stopped by, she had the usual coffees and teas and fresh things to eat. Today was just her one day to relax between the odd customers that trickled in rather than flit around the coffee shop with busy work.

vamp_warden

It had been a week since the ball. A week, and she still hadn't shaken the...whatever had happened that night over mini-golf and dancefloors.

And she couldn't stop thinking about Levi, couldn't stop checking in on him at random times. She knew he hadn't seen her, but she'd seen him nearly every day since. She just wished she knew that it all meant; why she felt like she was changing when she hadn't so much as grown her hair an inch since coming here.

It was a longshot, but she only really had one other friend in the town. Or, at least, the closest thing to it.

That's why she found herself in the shadows of one of the bars she knew the fighter frequented and keeping outside the notice of everyone else there.

justthemessenger

Sam was delighted. Bee was here. He woke up that morning, and Bee was there, like he'd just parked there the night before. Sam had spent the first half of the day absolutely freaking out while trying to explain to his best friend what had happened. It had taken a while, including several attempts at driving out of the area, but he had finally been able to get the Autobot to accept what the place was.

The rest of the day they just drove around, chatting and hanging out like any normal best friends, if one of them was a talking car from another planet. It was weird, but Sam wouldn't want it any other way.

He was having such a good time that he almost forgot about meeting Maggie to introduce her to Bee. If it hadn't been for Bee reminding him and literally just driving him to the cafe, Sam would have probably forgotten.

With Bee parked a short ways down the street, out of site for the moment, Sam headed into the cafe just before closing time to wait on Maggie.

irishcoffee

The Ball itself hadn't started out as anything so grand as it was now. The first was more like a few drinks raised at the end of a hard-fought battle; the first attendees too exhausted, mentally and physically, to do more than drain a few barrels of whiskey and stumble home.

The year following - the first anniversary of their triumph. Now that one had been a party, or so she'd read in her ancestor's journals. After that, the party had become tradition and had grown as the town did until it became what it was today.

A full formal, catered ball that took up two ballrooms in the biggest hotel in downtown.

The magic that ran the town ran the ball as well, so all Maggie was left to do was supervise, twitch a spell here and there if something went awry, and enjoy watching the residents enjoy themselves.

Maggie plucked a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and sipped at it as she walked (barefoot, of course), proud of the town it was her responsibility to care for, no matter how it had wronged her from the start.

justthemessenger

Sam hadn't slept well in a while, not since Mikaela had dumped him. Brutally, brutally dumped him and ripped out his heart and stomped on it on the ground. Which may have been an exaggeration. It was really about as good a dumping as you could get given the circumstances. Quick, over a long distance so there was no awkwardly running into each other, and with a change in cellphone number so he couldn't call her endlessly to try and get back together.

The sleeping thing wasn't really Mikaela's fault. Not directly. Sam had gotten the Autobots in the post-break up mess, and they were seriously annoying. It made him miss Bee so badly. The others weren't evil, they were just annoying and had no need to sleep.

So when he found himself falling flat on his face in the middle of the night, he was pretty sure the Autobots were behind it.

"Wheelie!" he shouted, still lying face down on the (surprisingly cold) floor in his boxers. "Brain! What did we talk about about waking me up? We talked about not waking me up unless it's an emergency."

curiously_cora

There was twenty percent chance of precipitation. There was eighty percent chance of just mild, partly cloudy weather. There was a hundred percent chance that Coraline Jones no matter how old she was, was still going to wear Wellington boots. Boots that were definitely made for walking and also splashing around in puddles but being a grown up definitely put her plans of you know splashy-fun on the back burner. Splashy fun and adventures was for kids, she was a grown up and had to do grown up things like find a job, furnish an apartment and definitely-

"-buy cat food. It sucks being a mature, responsible adult. Who talks to themselves. Come on old faithful, let's start walking. The pet shop is down this way I think," Coraline said with a smile, kicking the back of her wellies. So far she hadn't magic kicked herself back home but well, you never knew. Never hurt to try something different. Coraline opened the door to the dingy looking shop. "Okay... maybe not that different."

Leather and whips and chains oh my... definitely not the kind for cats.

"Nope, sorry wrong place oh wow." Coraline said with flushed cheeks backing out and walking straight back into someone. Yep, twenty percent chance of rain but eighty percent chance of her always being a complete and utter klutz.

irishcoffee

Maggie looked around the semi-filled cafe as she wiped down the counter and checked the case. Apparently, the onset of spring wasn't only bringing life back to the flora around them, but also a realization that bathing suits aren't far away.

The pastries were full, the fruit and yogurt were utterly depleted, the all-natural granola and oatmeal also showing signs its popularity.

She laughed softly and took out a pastry, setting it on a plate to snack on between the early morning rush and the one filled with students and those that started work a little later. As she snacked, she changed out coffee carafes, pulled supplies and started to refill the case with the healthier breakfast selections.

Humming as she worked, her eyes darted up every now and then to the counter. Just in case someone new dropped in. Again.

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