The light kinda reminds her of how the planchette looked back in the bowling alley basement, held close to Maisy's chest. The quality is different, maybe. But close enough. Whatever, it's something.
"Hey, I'm going in here," she drawls back at the boys. Her boot's almost on the first step before she remembers her wand, which promptly leads the way as she slouches into the caravan.
MEMORY: Saying Goodbye
The light kinda reminds her of how the planchette looked back in the bowling alley basement, held close to Maisy's chest. The quality is different, maybe. But close enough. Whatever, it's something.
"Hey, I'm going in here," she drawls back at the boys. Her boot's almost on the first step before she remembers her wand, which promptly leads the way as she slouches into the caravan.
Geez. There's a lot of people in here.