These rules are meant to break us all. {For James}

[chasingtwisters]

Moira shows up to James' cottage with a peace offering of wine and the undisclosed item of interest she'd promised to bring tucked away in one of her old school bags. For once, her hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and she's dressed in slacks and a sweater, a sure sign that whatever she has to discuss with James, it's of a most pertinent and significant matter.

Early evening casts the woods in a slightly dimmer glow of sunlight, giving the area around James' place a rather ethereal glow. A good conduit for magic, she notes, taking in the wildflowers and brambles framing James' yard. It's dangerous, letting herself relax in the nature of this place. Someone might see her and start asking all sorts of uncomfortable questions. She shakes her head, dispelling the last of her curious gaze as she sets her face to a more determined, less open expression.

She hesitates a minute more, wondering what the hell she's getting herself into, before she knocks.

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[jamesthorn]

He nods at her warning. He is aware that Violet is dangerous, and he vows to keep his siblings out of this as much as possible.

"Uh...okay," he says, as she recites the short spell. He definitely isn't sure he is 100% okay with her use of magic, but he can't change his mind now about this. Not after tonight and the information they've shared with one another. Considering they've been discussing her mother using magic to murder numerous people, Moira using her powers to give him her phone number almost seems harmless.

"Eye opening." He gestures for her to pass through the door before he follows. "That's one way of putting it."

[chasingtwisters]

She notes his nod, takes it as his acknowledgement of the severity of the situation, glad he is aware of the dangers surrounding their predicament.

She is pleasantly surprised by James' 'okay' as a response to her magicking him her phone number; just from the past couple of weeks he seems more open minded toward magic. It makes her feel proud, almost, as she walks before him through the door.

"Indeed," she notes. "And how would you put it, James?"

[jamesthorn]

"I don't know yet," he says, shrugging, as he pauses near the front door. Not meant to rush her away, but not wanting to assume she intends to stay much longer. Now that business was complete. The truth is, he doesn't know what tonight was exactly. It was business, but it was also dinner and pleasant. He isn't sure he can properly define it yet. But he is willing to admit there's more to figure out.

[chasingtwisters]

"I guess we'll just have to figure that out, then," she says, moving to get her coat and purse. She isn't in any hurry to leave, but she imagines James' probably wants to rest, much as he might protest as being helpless on his couch, and she has to admit, she has a lot to mull over, considering what happened beyond 'business' tonight. "I'll see you later, James. You have my number if you need me."