33 Apocolypse Ave, Wednesday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Keeping in mind what she'd been told at the library, Isabel kept a wary eye out on the way back to Ronan's house.

She didn't notice anyone suspicious and maybe she was just being paranoid, but it seemed like the streets were a little emptier then normal.

Relieved to finally be back in familiar surroundings, Isabel poked around the kitchen and tried to figure out what to make for dinner.

[For the housemates or anyone else that needs her]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Do you need help with anything?" Jack asked, coming in from a handwavey day at the law office.

He'd found nothing, but Ms. Cabot's files were a bit clearer. His nerves, though, were still ajangle. Something had felt wrong all day.

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt had spent much of the day pouring through the Book of Shadows (again), and now wandered into the kitchen. "Hey," he said softly.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was out of sorts, frowning, and in need of company; so she figured stopping by Ronan's was in order before she went back to the hotel.

"Hey. So. Special Collections is still as weird as ever." Parker's nose twitched. "Did you cook?"