Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
The corners of her mouth turned down in a slight scowl. "Was it Vaughn?" True, Ella had said that she was Daniel's witch, but that didn't mean she couldn't go around turning other people into things too. Turning someone into a frog was just the sort of horrible thing she would do.
Rosalie could feel the magic, although she didn't know that that was what it was. It smelled like roses again, but ones that had been out in the sun too long, just past their prime. The scent was familiar and cloying in the back of her throat, but less intense then it had been when she had kissed Piper, mostly because the magic wasn't as strong. It did make her sneeze though, and she forgot what he had even asked. "I'm sorry, what was that?" she inquired politely, rubbing her nose with the back of her arm and wishing that the smell would go away.