Re: On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
The car was easily the nicest one Hugh had ever sat in, and while he wasn't someone who was really seriously a car person, it was difficult to get into it and not recognize that it was. He might live by the lake, but his cars were more practical - there was the Mazda he'd had forever, and the Subaru he'd bought for winters in this area - neither of them were perhaps what you'd expect when you looked at the house itself. This was the sort of car you might expect when you looked at his house.
"Were you a witch, or magical?" Hugh asked curiously, reaching for the radio and turning it to a station from the Capital that he sometimes enjoyed, but he left it low, the indie artists a background hum to their conversation. "Because you were doing something at the end with the music weren't you?"
The windows were darker than any he'd ever seen, which could, perhaps make one a little nervous, but Hugh had been in limousines before and these weren't any darker than some of those.
"It was a pleasant evening though, wasn't it? I've been three or four? Last year's Halloween, and the thing after the musical this summer, and the shared dreams," he avoided making a face. "And now this. This might have been one of the more pleasant actually."