Who: Rowan
When: Late morning/early afternoonish
Where: Her house
Rowan was finding herself in an odd state that day. Her mom had already left for work, and she had the house to herself. She didn’t have to work at the bar today, and… she had absolutely nothing to do. She was almost always busy. There was always
something to be done. If not work related, something always needed doing at the house. And yet, because of the weather, she hadn’t been needed at the drive-in the past few nights. She was out of chores. She’d studied some, but was having trouble focusing. And in the time since that initial first spell, the power high had worn off. She hadn’t practiced blood magic again. She still kept going back and forth on the issue.
She sat on the couch flicking TV channels (not a terribly involved process when you didn’t have cable), and let her mind drift to and fro, never settling on any subject. That was when the phone rang. Rowan didn’t think much of it – this time of day it was probably a solicitor or bill collector, either of which she could basically placate in her sleep. She reached for the phone without looking away from the TV, which was showing some real court show. Two women were arguing loudly over a salon bill, a lawsuit over an apparently truly hideous weave. Rowan rolled her eyes and muted the TV. It occurred to her that the show would probably be more entertaining this way. Almost forgetting the phone as her mind filled in the voices –
“Giiirl, I can’t show up on 8 mile with hair that washed ashore during Katrina!” “Bitch, you look like a dead rat today, so what’s the damn difference?” - Rowan closed her eyes and spoke into the receiver. “Hello?”
( ...Daddy. )