It had been three days, fourteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes since Daven had been earth side. In that time, she had ransacked the empty family home that belonged to her vessel. The phone kept ringing, showing the name of some school district, but she didn’t figure out why until the second day. Apparently her vessel, one Stephanie Delcombre according to her ID, was a teacher there and she hadn’t been to work. Of all the vessels that Daven could have had, she had land into a freakin’ soccer mom. At least it didn’t seem like ‘Stephanie’ had any children to worry about — aside from her students, that is. Which lead her to where she is now: sitting in the children’s section of the library, reading some stupid book that was assigned to her fifth graders.
“Who actually reads these kinds of books? They're so unrealistic. If Voldemort really wanted to kill the baby, why didn't he just throw it out the window?"
