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Alexander the Elder requested they all call him [i]Sasha[/i]. Eh. Maybe if she cared enough, which she doesn't. She went through her section pulling books off one by one, skimming through to find out where they were sealed. She memorized each, then put them in her Garden for further reading later. After she finished, she pulled all the items she could carry at a time and put them in the living room. Most of her section was missing or persons of interests: The Many Eyed One, Mayor Crest, The Nightmare, The Oasis, Mary Roberts, Shade, Shimmer, and The Swan. She put them in the missing pile. The Rage of Dying Animals was the only one she could do something with. James mentioned a [i]his[/i], but didn't elaborate. Could be Thorton Walters. If he's as dangerous as James says he is, then he can't get his hands on something this deadly. She stepped inside her Garden, closed the portal behind her, then clapped her hands and parted them. The flowers separated creating a row of dirt. She buried the mound of harden clay The Rage of Dying Animals was sealed in, clapped her hands again, the flowers came back together and hid the object. It was lost to her now, until she called for her Garden to reveal it.

Georgie came back just in time for Justin to call a meeting with the family outside in the cold. All this work and she forgot all about tea time. It was so late. Almost 6:30pm. It's almost time for evening tea. She wasn't in a rush to get outside. She started the kettle in the kitchen, then went to the coat closet down the hall for her fur coat, matching hat, and gloves. She detoured back to the living room for James's rifle and slung the strap onto her shoulder. If they need to leave the house it might come in handy. She came back just in time for the tea to whistle. She poured the hot water into a thermos, then added her mint teabag. She joined her family outside, sipping her tea for warmth. It was scalding hot, perfect. She doesn't see him for a few hours and Justin came up with a terrible idea. The other brother she's not familiar listed off the magic abilities of each witch they knew so far. She made a note of herself. 

[color=CE6857]"Yes, yes, all fine and well, but are we going to plan this time around? Last time we were ambushed, but that doesn't mean we should make an arse of ourselves and finish a fight with our pants around our ankles. I assume everyone knows what works for them and what doesn't. I can't fight that Morgana girl, her beasts, or one of the imposters. The Garden isn't fire retardant. Also, to cut down on liabilities those of us that are useless should stay behind."[/color]