@cecevandoren Where: Broken Record
Rae Elle's momma always taught her that a practiced witch was a good witch, and she should practice any chance she was able. Back home, that meant fixing sidewalk cracks on Chartres or making flowers grow in Washington Square Park. All careful, all when people weren't looking.
It was different, in Lunar Cove. Case in point: she was working at the record shop, idly wasting away the slow hours as she hummed along to Johnny Cash and rotating a couple of rocks above her hand. The goal was to practice control while using as little of her attention as possible. It was going pretty well until the bell above the door chimed, and by the time her attention was diverted back from three places to two. the rocks had already clattered to the counter.
"Howdy, cher," she greeted. "Looking for something old, something new? We've got it and everything in between, as long as it's music."
