<strong>Name</strong>:  Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March, around midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, Attic ➽ Rosalyn’s bedroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Stormy weather  (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=232920377 [/URL)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open｜ Rosalyn<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Finishing up with the book of shadows ➽ Checking up on everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">“If you truly loved us you would have made a table of content or color-coded this thing” Victoria fussed as she sifted through the old yellow-ish brown pages of the book of shadows. Over the years the book had become a lot fuller, so much so that even the simplest spell was lost in its pages. In truth she had some of the simple spells memorized, years of preparing them ensured that she would never forget them. But she was a perfectionist when it came to making potions, she always made sure the ingredients were the exact measurement and rarely went off script. Now she was paying for it by having to look through countless pages just to ensure her potion would work. She would fuss with the book for a little while longer before giving up “Fine Fine you win, I will just make it as is. Who needs instructions” she would hiss as she closed the book. <br/><br/>Looking down at her watch she realized she had spent the last 3 hours looking over the book and forgotten about the world around her. It was too late to go out hunting for fresh ingredients and she was too tired to go chasing after demons. She had spent the better half the day stalking this demon all over the bay area and now she had to figure out why he was chasing after Elias. She let out a long sigh before starting to make her way out of the attic. As she came to the stairs she was instantly flooded with the multiple emotions floating around the house. None of these emotions were really alarming although she was still trying to figure Elias out.  <br/>He did not respond to being almost killed like other humans had, he was actually calm about it. She knew he was not a threat at least he did not present as such, but still, she could sense there was something a little off about him. Especially when they first enter the Manor he had seemed to be way too amazed to visit her family home. She had managed to convince herself that it was a delay response to almost dying. People tend to act a little weird after facing down death, whatever it was she did not have the energy to question it right now. As long as he did not possess an immediate threat she would not push the issues.  <br/><br/>There was still so much she had to do it was Tempest’s birthday and somewhere in the kitchen was an unopened box of cake mix waiting to be baked. She took a moment to decide whether or not she would head to bed or bake a cake. Before she could make up her mind she sensed Rosalyn entering the house. She looked at the time once again before getting annoyed. All she asked for was phone call if she was going to be late, hell she could have sent her a letter through orbing. She was responsible for everyone who lived in the manor. She found herself always worrying about her cousins and her greatest fear was something bad happening to them. There was no way she would let Rosalyn slide, she headed over to her room. She knocked softly at first but there was no answer. There was no way she was sleep, Victoria let out an annoyed groan “I  know you’re awake” although her voice was soft the annoyance could be heard. </div>