Hanna stretched when she got out of her car. She hates sitting for that long; driving for that long, but for once she had to get somewhere at a certain time. She was meeting a skeptic, who also thought she was crazy, named Reid. The plan was to show him that things did go bump in the night. There was magic. Not just science based magic. Real, someone-wants-someone-else-dead-so-they-plant-a-hex-bag kind of magic. She'd show him she was not crazy.
Hanna walked into the coffee shop Reid set as a meeting spot and looked around the room. Okay, skeptic, she thought come out, come out, wherever you are.
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Date: 2009-03-18 01:01 am (UTC)Hanna walked into the coffee shop Reid set as a meeting spot and looked around the room. Okay, skeptic, she thought come out, come out, wherever you are.