get thee to a library, tracey davis (ophidiainherba) wrote in caged, @ 2013-08-10 21:04:00 |
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The house was not too small, but it felt it. Tracey was in the kitchen; she could hear the angry staccato of her mother’s typing drifting its way downstairs, punctuated occasionally by muffled curses. Her hand was curled around a now cool mug of tea. She could have cast a heating charm on it, but now the urge was gone. “Evanesco,” she murmured, pointing her wand towards the opaque liquid in the bottom of the cup (Tracey Davis liked her tea strong), then sighed and restored the crockery to the cabinet, bracing herself to return upstairs. Desdemona Davis was in one of her moods, and if she didn’t get it out of her system, then it would hang over Tracey and her father for the rest of the day. The stabbing of the keys had stopped, and a frustrated sigh of Desdemona’s own reached her. Now was as good a time as any. |