the ground could open, he could still say please

[slavophile]

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[maxxx]

Doesn't matter what he's open to.

( Both because Hallewell is imprisoned and he is the aforementioned dinosaur. It's not up to him. If they want to pay him a personal visit, they get to.

Outside the morgue, he hastens to add. )

Let's leave mother and father out of this until we know.

[tearhiseyesout]

Agreed. They probably won't care until we have all the answers anyway.

[She does take a step forward, lifting a hand over the body and taking a moment to see if she can scan for any lingering spells or any sign of something they can use (12).]

[maxxx]

Or, they'll overtly care and overshadow us.

( Or, literally be their shadow. They can do this on their own.

Jacqueline will see the contour of a soul-bond that was never broken, but also the shell of magic that had been sustaining him. It's not any signature of magic she recognizes, but there are traces she could delve into should she want to take the time to originate the regional fingerprints left. )

[tearhiseyesout]

[She'll take the time. It's not like there's anything else for her to do (14).]

Seems as though the soul-bond wasn't broken. But there's something off here.

[She digs deeper, wanting to get a better look at the puzzle.]

[maxxx]

( The magic she traces has its' roots in Louisiana. The familiar shift and pulse of magic originates in New Orleans to be exact. It's old. Not Colony-old, but steeped in ancestors and not practice (like the Knightsbridge coven.) Whomever aged H is a power player. )

[tearhiseyesout]

French Quarter witches.

[She murmurs to herself, loud enough for Max to hear.]

Who'd you piss off, H?

[She is very, very curious. Can't wait to sink her claws into them.]

[maxxx]

Only one way to find out.

( While steering clear of French Quarter magic. And at that, they leave behind H's body, the morgue attendant, and their duties while discussing just what to share with their parental unit. )