[i]"You listening to something right now?"[/i]

"I had Bach a little earlier, but nothing right now," Lily answered. "Might listen to some Mozart or Glitch Mob after we're done. Not sure which." Pulling up her own hood and making sure her own hair wasn't visible either (not that it'd mean much if some onlooker made eye contact with Lily and her bright red eyes) the bespectacled girl followed her necromancer of a buddy onward. Hallowed ground still bugged her; that was always where supernatural shit hit the fan in horror films. Sure it was just a preconception, but what was wrong with a little friendly superstition?