"He'd better," Rosie murmurs, though it's not hard to imagine Sabrina simply ignoring any stricture meant to keep her out--of the Grey Room or anywhere else. It's one of the things she admires most about her.
She does roll her eyes a little at the idea of a warlocks only night. Though she doubts they'd be anything like the sort of clientele who'd attend one--not just because they were mortal, but because they were so very uninteresting--something about it makes her think of her brother and his pack of friends and the way they'd thundered through the house on their way to the parks for football, leaving half-empty glasses on the kitchen table and streaks of mud on the carpet in their wake for Rosie and her mother to clean up. Everything was always so different for boys.
"Have Sabrina and Charlie taken you out to any of the clubs here?" she asks. "Not that there'd been a lot of time, between when you arrived and...the snow and everything else."
They're safe now, she knows that, but even the thought of the last few weeks sends a chill down her spine. She takes another sip of her drink.
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She does roll her eyes a little at the idea of a warlocks only night. Though she doubts they'd be anything like the sort of clientele who'd attend one--not just because they were mortal, but because they were so very uninteresting--something about it makes her think of her brother and his pack of friends and the way they'd thundered through the house on their way to the parks for football, leaving half-empty glasses on the kitchen table and streaks of mud on the carpet in their wake for Rosie and her mother to clean up. Everything was always so different for boys.
"Have Sabrina and Charlie taken you out to any of the clubs here?" she asks. "Not that there'd been a lot of time, between when you arrived and...the snow and everything else."
They're safe now, she knows that, but even the thought of the last few weeks sends a chill down her spine. She takes another sip of her drink.