Clara stood at the shop counter her head sitting on her hand, her short black hair pulled back to her neck. Her other hand flipping through the pages of another outdated magazine as her blue eyes scanned them. Trying her best to tune out her mother's ranting about Clara being 25, single, and still not have produced any heirs to carry on the Thomas Legacy of Guarding one of the few locations that was fortified enough to contain all number and variety of evil magic. From cursed spell books, to a jukebox that could open a portal to hell thanks to a over fanatical Elvis Fan.<br/><br/>Clara hadn't been in any hurry or want to inherit this legacy for herself, thus she saw no reason to dish it out on any heirs she might have. Or would, if her mother kept trying to fix her up with every flesh and blood male that waltzed through the doors of her shop. Though her attempts would have likely gone farther if she wasn't dead and her spirit was tied to the shop. Nope Melody Thomas who had dead at the age of 58 would have content herself with lecturing and match making, because she wasn't able to do much else.<br/><br/>"Really Sweetie, would it kill you to go out and meet a nice man?" she pleaded, sweetly.<br/><br/>"Probably not, but it doesn't mean it's going to happen." Clara replied dryly, flipping to another page. "Besides Mom." Clara added, finally looking up at her stalking mother. "The last time I did that, if you'll remember he met you then found out you'd been dead for two years. Now there was a fun date." she stated rolling her eyes, as she returned to reading her magazine.<br/><br/>"So you inherited your mother's Antique shop." Clara said in a deep voice making herself sound more masculine. "So your mother's dead. Then how come I met her yesterday?" she repeated her last dates questions, remember him holding her mothers picture as he spoke.