and a wolf will move among the lambs

[impetuous_force]

It's that afternoon after school when Bella next visits the Witchnook. (She already made another nighttime visit to pick up her powder, and it's safely stashed under the false bottom in the box full of notebooks under her bed.) This time she just needs beetle wings and a reasonably clear chunk of quartz. Her books and the goldvine bramble she ordered aren't in yet.

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[impetuous_force]

"Yes, probably."

[eversomuchfun]

He shrugs. "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. I can manage to stay out a day without causing alarm, at least, I'm sure."

[impetuous_force]

"Probably."

[eversomuchfun]

"Any more burning questions?"

[impetuous_force]

"No. If I'd planned this I'd have a list, but I didn't. But I'd like to put in an order for a newt skeleton."

This is the last thing she needs for a spell to destroy the Gem of Amara.

She's probably not going to do it while it's on his person at high noon. But there could still appear scenarios where she'd want to.

[eversomuchfun]

"Of course you would," he says, but he puts in the order.

[impetuous_force]

There's really no point trying to hide what she wants it for from this guy, is there. "Someone could get the gem away from you," she points out, "or you could decide to return it and go capering off into the night."

[eversomuchfun]

He snorts. "Yes."

[impetuous_force]

She checks out the window again.

The cop car is gone.

"Later," she says over her shoulder to Sherlock, and out she goes.