[center][h2]|Morgan and Maryanne|
Maryanne's Mystic Shop to Huskers[/h2][/center]

Upon Morgan's entrance to the shop, Dianne gasped and turned to tug on Maryanne's blouse as she turned heel. "What?" Maryanne said towards Dianne then looked past her at Morgan. Her eyes looked down at Dianne with a nod then walked around the counter to give Morgan a brief hug. "We're all doing good. April problems, again. But good." She stood there with her hands clenched together and over her stomach, in a greeting manner. "So, how about you? How are have you been, hun?" Maryanne asked with a bright smile. "Oh, come." She waved her hand towards the curtain that lead to the back of the store - The stock room of some sorts. "Dianne, watch the store and call me if you need help." Maryanne said while leading Morgan towards the back, sitting down at her desk and looking up at Morgan. "So, what's up? I hope you bring good news and not bad or tragic news, Morgan." She said while leaning in her chair, folding her legs and resting her arms upon the arm rest. 

Morgan smiled at the reply, nodding slightly at Dianne before following after Maryanne quietly. Her hand grappled noiselessly within her bag until the familiar, leather-bound cover of her dream journal was found. As Maryanne sat down she swayed before the desk, eyes drooping lazily down at her feet before she removed the journal from her bag,

"I'm... Not sure if it could be of use to anyone or not, yet, but it's made me rather uncomfortable." Whatever bits of it Morgan could remember, that is. She slowly flipped over to her most recent entry and placed the book on the desk, shuffling to and fro on her feet while a light smile blesses her lips, "sorry if the description is a bit, er, graphic."

The page of the journal was scribbled hastily, but Morgan's handwriting, being naturally neat, formed coherent words after just a glance. The page was half-full, and most of it contained run on sentences and some frantic punctuation and spelling. The journal begins detailing the person Morgan had seen, the tall, thin creature with fiery hair and glowing green eyes. Whether he was vampire or not wasn't clear, though Morgan assumed him to be of the occult. He was covered in blood, from head to toe, and he was standing in front of a white rose bush. His hands would travel across the roses, painting them red, and each time a rose was completely drenched he would laugh and move to the next. The person Morgan had been looking through was distressed, trying to keep quiet, but they couldn't, and eventually the person turned towards their hiding spot and grinned. The dream and the journal ended there, as abruptly as she remembered.

"This person I saw, they could be dangerous the us, right?" Morgan questioned curiously, twiddling her thumbs nervously.

Maryanne viewed Morgan with a slight raised brow as Morgan sat her journal onto the top of her desk. She leaned in with slight interest and began to look at the journal. Maryanne breathing slowed down by what she had saw in Morgan's journal and she wanted to slam it shut but then again, that would've been a bit rude to the young witch. She was completely at a lost for words and was glad to see the image finish. She leaned back into her seat again, letting Morgan's question sink into her mind before coming up with a response.

"Might be. Too hard to tell right now." Was the only thing Maryanne whispered. "But you must keep this classified and if you have any more visions like this bring them to me, pronto. Understood?" She muttered towards Morgan then stood up while straightening out her clothes. "You need to get your mind off of this, I assume. How about I treat you to lunch at Husker's?" Maryanne inquired as she loved taking care of her young witches. She grabbed her purse and slung it on her shoulder then walked back out to the main area.

"Come, Dianne. We're going to lunch." Maryanne said while walking over towards the door, locking it and putting up the sign that said that they were gone to lunch. "Come on, ladies. We can walk there, it's not far." Maryanne smiled while placing a pair of shades over her eyes and started walking down the main strip, away from her shop.

Morgan nodded upon hearing Maryanne's insight, and after quietly listening to her instructions she nodded again, gathering up her journal delicately. As she slipped the book back into her tote the older witch offering her lunch, and instantly she smiled brightly,

"Oh, that would be lovely!" She said with excitement, back straightening almost instantly as Maryanne rose from the desk. All thoughts of breakfast and work were lost as she simply imagined the delicious, free food she was about to dig into, and with a carefree smile she followed after the coven leader with a skip in her step. The walk towards the main strip was short, and the autumn breeze was rich with leaves and chilling aromas. Fall was Morgan's favorite season, not too hot and not too cool, and Samhain was just around the corner! Despite her lone wolf ways when it came to coven work, she could always find time to love holiday chanting and dancing among the tombstones.

[i]it would be better if we could practice our skills outside of the cemetery though[/i]

The three witches eventually arrived at the front of the restaurant, and already Morgan could smell the food from within. She glanced up at Maryanne slightly, "thank you for this, by the way..."

As they neared the restaurant, Maryanne's stomach grumbled in protest. She eyed Morgan, who thanked her for lunch as she smiled. "No problem. I have to keep my witches happy, right?" She snickered a little bit while choosing a table near the window that had three chairs placed there. Maryanne raised her arm up and snapped her fingers together. "Can we get some service?" She questioned a bit loudly while looking at the lunch menu already placed on their table. She hoped not embarrass Morgan and Dianne at lunch but we shall see how things shall turn out for them.

[@HushedWhispers]