Fool's Journey

"You used some kind of magic. At me," Louis states, still gripping her hand. "That, that isn't polite, especially if you're coming in with a friend of mine."

 

"What!? No I didn't!" She frowns, still a little confused; as far as she knows she didn't cast anything at him or on him. "There was a magic yeah, but totally I didn't cast anything on you! That wasn't even a real spell!"

 

"Who are you to decide what a real spell is? Magic is magic." Louis keeps his grip firm. "What were you doing? There are enough people who think they can push others around just because they think magic makes them better than the rest of us."

 

Nick settles his hand on Lou's arm. "...okay, calm down, I'm preeetty sure she didn't mean to cause any trouble, Lou, she's from my high school..."

 

Mischa narrows her eyes, and when she speaks, it's in a slow and calm but clearly not impressed tone. "Okay first off, no one said anyone was better than anyone else! Don't pretend to know me when you've not even really met me. Secondly, all I did was look. I can see magic stuff. That's it. Maybe let's not freak out because you touch hands with someone that has naturally magic senses. I can smell all your magical jewelery. I know it was your necklace that told you I have magic, because you touched it after you started getting upset. And I felt claws and caught a glimpse of furry pointed ears and you smell musky, just like Nick does. I've known him since High School and he knows damned well I ain't someone who's gonna push other people around or pretend I'm better than anyone else just because I can fucking see things others don't.
"Can you stop judging the black wiccan girl now and give me my hand back. Please."

 

"I'm speaking from past experience," Lou frowns. "There are enough mages in the world who think they have a right to do whatever they want because they can do magic, and make things worse for others because of it."

He looks at Nick. "Isn't that right?"

 

"Uh. Okay, to be fair, I'm pretty sure he didn't mean to open that locus up enough for anything to get through," Nick winces, then taps Lou's friend, issuing the most puppy-eyed puppy eyes Mischa has seen from him. "Uh. She knows Freddie, I... he's. Well. You've talked to him. He's better about it now!"

 

Louis reluctantly lets Mischa's arm go, chewing uneasily on his lower lip. "...that still doesn't make it any less concerning."

His gaze flicks from Nick back to Mischa. "....I've had enough mages try to roll my brain over to be wary of people like you. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt... for now... but I really suggest you be more... cautious. I'm not the type to pull arms off first and ask questions later, but I'm... well. I know more people who are that type than who aren't."

 

She rubs her hand a bit, "That's fair... sorry shit happened to you." She looks to Nick. "I'll tell you all about the magic stuff on the way to Wallmart..."

 

"Uh. Okay, yeah, that sounds fair. Uh. Do you wanna look around while I talk to Lou for a minute?"

 

"I do..." She nods, turning around and eyeing up a silver platter with a matching silver teapot on it, and three purple glass votives with silver filgree on the outside.

 

There's a quiet murmur between the two, and Lou chuckles. "Of course she goes for the silverware."

 

Nick gives him a quick punch in the shoulder. "It's a cool antique, don't tell me you don't want it, too."

 

Louis goes pink. "....Joanna said I shouldn't buy out the store."

 

"I knew it," Nick snickers.

 

While they're talking, Mischa picks up the three purple glass votives, (purple is her colour after all) and after checking the price on the fancy silver platter and the teapot that they were sitting on, elects to buy both sets, setting them on the counter, then notices something else that piques her interest. There's a display of hatpins, and she picks out two specific ones; not even the pretty or fancy ones, they're a matching pair, no bead or lace, just the end twisted into a knot.
She keeps wandering around, glancing back curiously to Nick and Lou, but otherwise leaving them to whatever they're mumbling about for now while she checks things out, always drawn to items of magical properties.

 

There's a skateboard that catches your eye... and you realize it's the one Nick used to ride to school. There's also a few knickknacks set nearby, made of bone and wood and fur.

 

She grins at the skateboard, then frowns a bit. He's not really selling that is he?
Next the knick-knacks catch her eye, and she starts to poke around those.

 

There's no price tag. Maybe he just forgot it.

There are a lot of handmade trinkets, made from bone, and some you can recognize as coyote and deer...

 

She picks up something that speaks to her and smells like magic; a knife with a dear antler hilt, turning it over in her hands.