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[center][color=58FA82][h3]Maggie Spencer-Adeyemi[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] 30B Faraday Heights
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: [@Write] Yukiko[/i][/center]

From where she stood, leaning back against the kitchen counter, mug of coffee in her hand, Maggie watched, silently, as Stefanie retreated to her room, her departure noted upon by Yuki with a despondent sigh. Maggies detached observation followed Yuki for a few minutes, watching as the woman reached up towards the top of their fridge to collect a pair of mittens that for whatever reason had been shoved atop the appliance. As Yuki declared her possession of Stefanis mittens to the closed door of the girls room, dangling the offending outerwear demonstratively, Maggie felt a small smile curve onto the corners of her lips.

All of a sudden she was thinking back to when she had first approached Faraday Heights, those few months ago, drawn in by the energy of 'different' and yet 'the same' that ran throughout the entire place like a river, guided by a small advertisement in the window of the corner-shop down the way. Yuki, from the start, had been somehow instantly young and instantly old, somehow wise beyond her years and silently understanding of Maggie, and Maggies identity, from the first moment they had shook hands and one of Yukis eyebrows rose in an elegant arch. It had felt unfair to Maggie at first, that somehow this woman knew what she was, what she had been born into, and had looked upon it with a benign indifference, but conceded no identity of her own. After a while however, Maggie had simply gotten used to the great secret that was Yukiko Abe, and was content to accept her flatmate for how she appeared, amiable and willing to share her flat and wine.

Stefani, had been something different from the beginning. In contrast to Yuki, who maintained an odd but seamless balance between youth and maturity, Stefani had always been painfully young. Maggie, who had never had much luck with teenagers even when she herself had been one, hadn't known what to think of her at first, mind too heavy and guilty with the instinctive dichotomy of her Mothers lessons of wards and spells to stave off Vampires. But the cloud had cleared, eventually. Stefani, as temper-driven as she could be sometimes, was truly a bright and clever child, who made a point of staying out of Maggies space. And Maggie could see it, somewhat, whatever Yuki saw in the child, that side of her that Stefani only showed to the woman, in the relaxed arch of her spine and the lightness to her step. Maggie would wonder sometimes, distantly, if one day Stefani might trust her like that, and always concluded that, she wouldn't blame her if the girl never did. There was hurt in those eyes, and pain, and fear and anger, trust was never offered freely from anyone who had eyes like that. And Maggie rarely went searching for something like that anyway.

As Yuki wound a thick scarf around her neck, Maggie padded out of the kitchen, mug still clutched in her hands, approaching Yuki carefully. As she passed the woman, Maggie uttered a simple request, "If you happen to see any while you're out, could you get some almond milk please?" Lifting her eyes to Yukis face, she added "I'll pay you back" and with a small nod, quietly excused herself from the room, not waiting for Yukis response. Taking another sip of coffee, Maggie walked down the hallway towards her bedroom, wincing slightly as she passed Stefanis room, as the sudden muffled blare of loud music erupted from behind the door. Making it to the quieter, dimmer sanctuary of her bedroom, Maggie closed the door behind her firmly, before moving over towards her desk. Her computer, still on standby from last night, lit up as she touched the on button, fans booting on at a low hum as she typed in her password with one dainty hand.

Maggie settled down into her desk chair slowly, as if hesitant, as she looked at the computer screen, and the browser tabs she had left open from her last visit.

Bringing her legs up to cross in her lap, Maggie rested her chin in her hands, directing a accusatory stare at the screen. Finally, after a few short seconds, she released a thin huff of a sigh from her lips, before leaning forward in her seat, a hand coming down to the desk to take control of the wireless mouse. The cursor swept across the screen, coming to rest on the sub>>sub menu option that had so captured her interest last night [i]Recently amended research articles[/i]. With a short click Maggie brought up the link, and continued her journey through the numerous offerings of the Circle of Sorcery website.