I had absolutely no idea what it meant to be extra but if Maggie like it then I was happy to be it. I made a mental note later to try and ask someone under the age of 25 what the heck it meant though just in case it was one of those "you're not bad for an old man" type compliments. I'd take whatever compliments she gave, greedily hoarding them all like some sort of dragon, locking them all away to fawn over later. It was a good way to combat those dark, quiet voices that told me I was worthless and the world would be better off without me. It would not because the world now as Margaret Angelica Mendoza-Rodriguez-Carpenter-Dresden in it and it's definitely better off with her in it. Suck it, dark thoughts.
"Electricity? Where we're going we don't need electricity," I told her. There were hurricane lamps along the wall that could be lit easily enough with a spell so we could see all the way down to the bottom. The stairs took us down and toward the back to the house/hard and under the small hill that my lot backed up to.
The lab at the bottom was much nicer than my old one. As nice as the sub-basement had been there was a lot to it I wish I'd done differently now that I had more experience. Starting over from scratch gives you a lot of freedom that you wouldn't otherwise have. Everything was neatly ordered and there was plenty of space. There were books too, magical tomes sprinkled with the young adult novels that Bonnie loved to read. Rows and rows of carefully potions and spells lined one shelf, all of them in small plastic squeeze bottles. Opposite that was my rack of guns - mostly revolvers - as well as a few swords, some knives, and various types of armor. Basically everything a paranoid wizard might need to survive the apocalypse.
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Date: 2018-03-17 04:42 am (UTC)"Electricity? Where we're going we don't need electricity," I told her. There were hurricane lamps along the wall that could be lit easily enough with a spell so we could see all the way down to the bottom. The stairs took us down and toward the back to the house/hard and under the small hill that my lot backed up to.
The lab at the bottom was much nicer than my old one. As nice as the sub-basement had been there was a lot to it I wish I'd done differently now that I had more experience. Starting over from scratch gives you a lot of freedom that you wouldn't otherwise have. Everything was neatly ordered and there was plenty of space. There were books too, magical tomes sprinkled with the young adult novels that Bonnie loved to read. Rows and rows of carefully potions and spells lined one shelf, all of them in small plastic squeeze bottles. Opposite that was my rack of guns - mostly revolvers - as well as a few swords, some knives, and various types of armor. Basically everything a paranoid wizard might need to survive the apocalypse.
If she thought the moving bookcase was extra...