who: open to all where: outside Genevieve’s home when: two days after the seance
Arriving in a foreign city with a directionless list of names doesn’t make Ren’s job easy. She hadn’t trusted Genevieve before all the grimoire drama and she wasn’t keen to trust the magic banging scholar now. Unfortunately, the odds were stacked against her independence. Ren couldn’t ignore the truth, couldn’t ignore the article outing her witching-kin and she truly couldn’t ignore the panic in Gen’s call. If there were others with magic, of course they should be sticking together. They need me, Ren couldn’t help thinking.
Going to the scholars home house was a hail mary, unsure how else she would find her kindred witches without becoming a creepy stalker. Sure enough, there’s a girl outside the home and she doesn’t seem to view Ren kindly. Another short-sight on her part, she thinks. There’s nothing subtle about how she walks forward, approaching the house with her dog, Erzulie, in tow. She approaches coolly, acting as if her presence at Genevieve’s home in that moment makes full sense, trying to keep the sharpness of her features friendly.
“Yo,” she lifted a hand to wave, “Don’t suppose the old bat is here is she...didn’t seem like she’d hang around when she called. Genevieve, I mean.” The waving hand dips to scratch behind her neck, not in insecurity but pure nonchalance. “Guessing if you’re standing outside her house, you’re one of the women I’m meant to speak with.”