we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

[cross_and_bow]

Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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[cross_and_bow]

"Do you have some kind of anti-mind-affecting-magic artifact or something?" asks Juliet.

[pythbox]

"...No..." he says slowly.

[cross_and_bow]

"Nobody else saw her, or at least reacted to her, and she's been following me around all day," Juliet says. "There must be something up with you."

[dark_light]

"Yeah, we know why Bella can see me. Shell Bell or Stella or Golden would've been able to, too," says Amariah. "But you're unexplained. If there's a hole in the spell I should work out something heavier-duty or just find someplace to hide out instead of accompanying her."

[pythbox]

He takes off his glasses.

He cleans them.

He puts them back on.

[dark_light]

"That's not very informative," remarks Amariah.

"I wonder if it's me," says Path. "Am I too weird in a world without daemons? By just enough to weaken the spell for someone who's on the lookout for oddities?"

[pythbox]

"That might be true," says Mr. Giles.

[dark_light]

"Well, I could go sit up on a bookshelf and she could recast, and you could see if my Isabella is less noticeable that way," Path suggests.

[pythbox]

"Does it not make a difference whether or not I expect her to be there?"

[dark_light]

"I'll recast, leave the room, and come back without Path and you say when you think I've done that," decides Amariah. "If you can tell, then it's not him. Dried parsley," she says. She takes the parsley handful from the air, tosses it, and mutters her non-English spell. Then she lets herself out, Path finds someplace out of the way to sit for a few moments, and, after a minute's wait, Amariah walks back in alone.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet studiously refrains from reacting to any of this after the spell is cast.

[pythbox]

"Hello again," he says without missing a beat, as soon as she walks in.

[dark_light]

"Rats, that's not it then," says Amariah. She holds the door open and Path flies to her arm and she pokes Giles again to break the spell so he'll be able to converse with her unimpeded. "Do you have any ongoing magical - properties?" she asks. "Do you care if I invent a verse-and-herb to check for it if you don't know? My kind of magic is perfectly safe unless I don't want it to be."

[pythbox]

"...I won't ask you not to," he says, looking slightly uncomfortable.

[cross_and_bow]

"She cast like a dozen things on my yesterday evening," says Juliet. "They all worked exactly like she said they would."

[dark_light]

"Sugar. Celery seed," says Amariah, and the named ingredients appear and she composes a poem in her head. Finally she says:

"Show me how this one is shown
What is hidden, dark, unknown."

And she tosses the herbs at Giles and squints.

[pythbox]

Something glows through his sleeve.

[dark_light]

"Can I have a closer look at your left arm before this wears off?" Amariah asks.

[pythbox]

He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. "I would rather you didn't."

[cross_and_bow]

"Why, what is it?" asks Juliet.

[pythbox]

"One of the hazards of working magic," he says. "Particularly, of working magic while young and stupid."

[cross_and_bow]

"It... seems to have given you a superpower, so what are the dire and ooky drawbacks?"

[pythbox]

He gets out his cloth and starts cleaning his glasses again.

"It killed a friend of mine," he says shortly. "When I was not much older than you. We got involved with forces we didn't understand, or didn't care to, and he paid the price."

[cross_and_bow]

"I'm sorry," says Juliet.

[dark_light]

"Damn, I wish I could teach my witchcraft," murmurs Amariah, picking up Path from her shoulder and petting his feathers. "Much better deal - what were you doing, then, if you'll talk about it?"