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The sound of seatbelts unbuckling and car doors opening roused the blonde in the passenger’s seat from her slumber with a start. Eyes flying open, she looked around and was met with the sight of the Williamson’s Inn- they had arrived in Gary. Not realizing she had dozed off towards the end of the trip, Maggie was surprised that the others didn’t wake her. Hopefully they didn’t think she was being rude by falling asleep... it was certainly not her intention. When it came down to it, talking with the other witches for nearly 8 hours was exhausting for the shy girl, so it wasn’t completely out of character that she closed her eyes for a bit. 

After gathering the belongings she had held onto in the front seat, the bookworm nimbly slid out of the car and grabbed her duffel bag from the trunk. Darkness had fallen a few hours prior, but the eerie silence was enough to send shivers up Maggie’s spine. As they said in the movies, it was quiet- [i]too[/i] quiet. She was thankful though that Rowan took the lead and cut through the stillness of the night, offering up instructions to the group for checking in and meeting in one of the rooms. Admittedly (and also pretty evidently) the blonde was more of a follower than a leader, so if someone had to spearhead this mission she was confident that Rowan had the chops to do so. 

Following suit, Maggie made her way behind the others to the room they’d be staying in, their lackluster accommodations revealed as the door creaked open. It definitely wasn’t the nicest hotel room she’d ever been in, but it would do for the purpose of their travels. Setting her bag down on the bed closest to the window, she sighed and began to go through the checklist her father had instilled in her since she was younger. According to him, you were only as safe as the room you were in and it was important to figure out what resources you had from the get-go if your magic failed you. First were the locks: the deadbolt and locks on the front door, locks on the bathroom door, locks on the windows. God forbid if an enemy (in this case, the Vampires) were to track them back here, it was important to understand how secure the group was in their own quarters. Following that were any items in the room that could be used to barricade the doors: a dresser, a coffee table, the pull-out couch. And lastly were items that could be used to defend yourself if your spells or weapons were to no avail: the ironing board in the closet, the iron itself, and the heavy bible that could be found in every hotel room. 

After acclimating to her surroundings (as well as taking a few calming breaths), Maggie decided it would be best to freshen up before the meeting and before whatever they were to try and accomplish tonight. Grabbing a change of clothes from her duffle as well as some miscellaneous skin products, she went into the bathroom where she washed her face and slipped on an oversized black sweatshirt and black leggings. Sure, they would use spells and charms to render themselves incognito, but matching the dark surroundings wouldn’t hurt either. Emerging minutes later, she spent the rest of the time before the meeting flipping through a few pages of the novel she brought in order to center herself. 

And then the nine of them were together again discussing their plan. Maggie had propped herself on her bed, legs crossed tensely as she listened to the various ideas being thrown around by Rowan and Jean Luc. Neither of them were bad ideas, in fact the two of them were being quite rational in their proposals, but the blonde knew that in order to be most effective in their hunt the group would have to mix both approaches. They had to leave no stone unturned if they were to be successful and make it back to the coven house… alive. 

[color=ACA1CD]“We need to do both.”[/color] Maggie blurted boldly. Not anticipating how commanding and strong that would sound, she clarified. [color=ACA1CD]“I, um… what I mean is, some of us should go out tonight to see what we can find and some of us need to explore the town in the morning.”[/color] With another breath the blonde stood, uncharacteristically offering herself up and not falling behind or silent. [color=ACA1CD]“I got some shut-eye in the car and feel well rested enough, so I’ll go with Jean-Luc. He’s right that the vampires are only active in the night and if we want to see what we’re facing we can’t just idly stand by.”[/color] Looking around at the rest of the group nervously, she completed her train of thought. 

[color=ACA1CD]“Who else wants to come?”[/color]