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[bindsthedead]

Characters: Sabriel and Eva
Date: A day or two after Sabriel returns from the bottle
Location: Where Eva's living.
Situation: Sabriel's heard rumours about a non-foreigner magic user, and decides to investigate
Warnings/Rating: None, probably.

[The rumours had caught her attention, and she had followed them- and her own magical senses- to what she hoped was the place were this somewhat mysterious mage was living.

After her fight with Zatanna, it was clear that she needed to learn more about different sorts of magic- and so Sabriel had no hesitation about knocking on the door.]

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[wroughtiron]

[Eva is hardly what one expects of a magician. She's neither particularly mysterious nor prone to eccentricities beyond the pale. Right now, as it stands, she's making cake. Cake! She hasn't made cake in over eight hundred years. It's kind of a novel thing, and she's curled up eagerly in front of the oven, watching it rise in its pan when there's a knock on her door.

She glances at said door, and then back at the cake. And then with a beleaguered sigh, she gets up and opens the door.]

I said I'd take care of the leak, what's your bloody--

[Oh. That is. Not her landlord? Okay then.]

Hullo, girl. Foreigner, aren't you?