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So this was it. The safe haven, the place her grandmother had written about. She stared at the building, a small frown appearing on her blood-red stained lips. With her rolling suitcase behind her, her things all enchanted to fit inside, she started towards the entrance. Her heels clicked along the gravel and rocks, and then on the pristine floors as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The inside didn't appear as run down as the outside had, and she could appreciate the red walls, even if they weren't as vibrant as her lips or hair. <br/>
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Rolling her suitcase towards the desk, she met the gaze of the wolf creature behind the counter. "I should have a reservation." She told him calmly, her eyes flicking to his name tag and then back to his face. "Under the name 'Zabielski', if you'd be so kind as to look?" Truthfully, she had no idea if this place had a reservation system or not, or even if her grandmother was here. The older witch had been vague in her message, but her warning to <i>run</i> had been quite clear. So Tessa had done exactly that-- packed her bags and left her home, to come here. <br/>
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Where she would hopefully be safe.</span></b>