"Oh, don't be so gloomy," Kyra said, looking down at the list. She squinted behind her sunglasses, before looking up again. She glanced over at him, the corner of her mouth lifting. 

"I'll hold you to that Ray," She said with a giggle. Her attention floated back to the list as she stopped walking in front of a rather run down house. It had been white at one time, now the paint was peeling and discolored in some areas. She found herself smiling at the ugly little house. It had two stories, windows were missing, the plants outside were brown and crispy, but it had charm. It just needed a little TLC. Kyra took her sunglasses off and placed them on top of her head. 

"I'd like a place like this some day," She said wistfully, "A window box with all of my herbs," She mused, turning to Ray. A small sigh left her lips and she looked back at the list, fishing a pen from her purse. She drew a line through the address before looking back up at it. A shiver ran through her as air found it's way up her jacket sleeve. She'd actually gotten to shower that morning, allowing her to let her hair down and shave her legs. She'd been pretty gross before that shower, coupled with a cup of coffee it had probably been the best shower she'd ever taken. The bruises on her face were healing nicely, turning a gross yellow color now. They were more easily covered up now and no longer painful. She felt good and happy. Which felt a little wrong given the circumstances. When she finally got that book back she was going to tear that page out and burn it. There is no reason for that spell, she wasn't even sure why her ancestors put it in the book. Maybe she'd have to take a trip to Ireland for the answer to that question. None of her family lived here anymore. The Ward witches always found their way back to Ireland somehow. Kyra was the only one left in the USA, she had a cousin in Germany and a few aunts in England, but the rest were in Ireland. 

"Ready to move on to the next one?" She turned looking at Ray.