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Ingrid gave the boy a small smile, before returning to her work. His reaction was common, it didn't phase her much anymore. A few pings on her computer and she would groan. Deadlines, deadlines, they would be the death of this girl. The werewolves were nothing in comparison at this point. 

The boy spoke up and she looked towards him. He wasn't in good view, so she was forced to hop away from the register and join him in the aisle. 
"Wish bones are pretty neat, if you can break them up properly. Takes practice." Ingrid looks to the bag of triangular bones in a small translucent bag, purple ribbon tying it closed. 

The store was full of eccentric things. Odd smelling candles, fabrics, incenses, bath salts, gag "magic" books, different bird feathers, skeletons of tiny, common animals in jars. It was quite the store, and it was clear the boy had no idea what he was walking into. Volleyte wasn't an obvious enough name for him, to know the store may hold eccentric items. 

"Are you looking for anything in particular? I can help you find it." She gave him a costumer pleasing smile. Either this boy was lost or was a new runner for the wolves, a pledge for position, and was being sent on new errands. It wasn't exactly comfortable to blurt out "hey are you a witch?" so she stayed patient. He looked a bit young though, so she couldn't be sure. 

[@Wraithblade6]

Elle instantly became aware of the high stake situation that was seeping through the door. The smell of spilled blood, dark and metallic, stiffened up her nose. Vampire blood was flowing over the tiles, but who the hell was charging in here like that? 

They would taunt her with the door, only making her impatient, and frankly, angry. It was a way to instill fear, make her scamper. But slowly coming down from the drunken high of her lunch, she stood, straightening out her skirt. 

In waltzed a man with long hair, who glimmered a sense of ancient time, like he was here to be a valiant criminal. An old head, in Elle's view, one around her mother's age who didn't agree with organization, or really just sat around too long and needed trouble. 

"I'd address you as well, but I don't know your name." She peeks behind him to a dead Farren and almost wanted to giggle, a bit pleased. "Youre making quite an entry and I must say, you've made me feel a little.. hot," she fans herself. 
"Now would you like to take a seat, or are you here to chop my head as well?" She gives him a knowing smile. She was satisfied. It had been a bit since Elle had seen much action outside of the office, let alone, in it. She could go for a little steamy tiff. Although, she wasn't the biggest fan of vampire blood. Too rusty in the back of the throat, she felt. 

Elle motions to the chair in front of her desk.