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[calcetines]

"Well then, we'll just have to figure out how to get rid of it," said Angel, not terribly shocked about Raychel's being a vampire, more so about the person whom converted her to this. "Gabby; I know you and Isaac managed, how did you do it?" Angel asked of her cousin. But of course, the vampire responsible for her cousin and her fiancee's current states of being was probably nowhere near as powerful as Isabelle.

[igloogirl]

Gabriella shrugged slightly, trying to recall the incident. All she remembered was the pain while she was resisting the urge to kill Isaac. That hadn't been a fun day. "Isaac resisted it with ease, so I think it's harder if the vampire has Turned multiple people," she replied. "He kept telling me to kill Isaac, and that I couldn't do, no matter how much my muscles tried. It took a long while, but eventually it just broke." Gabriella bit her lip slightly. "I don't remember anything for about a day after that, though."

[calcetines]

Angel frowned a bit; it was times like these when she missed the Hogwarts library. She would have to do her research elsewhere. "Isabelle probably knows a lot about these sorts of things; I doubt she has Turned anyone else. We've only seen the beginning of what she can do, I need to get to Flourish and Blotts..." Angel said, more like thinking aloud. "From what I can assume now, it would be unlikely; but not impossible."

[broadway]

Raychel breathed a frustrated sigh. For a woman who adored chaos and uncertainty, she had planned her attack well. "The woman is intelligent for someone so chaotic." she spoke, adding an emphasis to her thought. She looked up at Angel and shook her head. "Now, now. I can get whatever you need from Flourish and Blotts for you. You of all people don't need to strain yourself, especially over me." Raychel replied sympathetically.

[calcetines]

"I can handle a simple outing," Angel said with a frown, she hated not being able to do much of anything for herself. Just lie around all day knitting, listening to her Wizard Wireless, or watching one of the seven channels she got clearly on her old television. She thought a moment, and then recalled her bag. It was a small beaded coin purse; bewitched to be able to hold everything and to be feather-light. If she was lucky, she might already have what she needed. With a flick of her wand, Angel summoned her purse and opened the clasp. By magic, her entire hand fit inside as she began rummaging through the contents.