Forever Charmed

Spell It Out

Carmilla orbs in and looks around the cavern. "Mother?"

"Darling, there you are," the Dean says, coming from a separate room and giving Carmilla a hug. She gestures at the couch and they both settle in. "How are you?"

Carmilla shrugs. "Okay."

"And how is your new charge? Did you manage to save her with that child you borrowed from me, who I'll probably never get back?"

Another shrug. "Fine."

The Dean narrows her eyes with a smirk. "Carmilla..."

"She's great," Carmilla says, rolling her eyes. "She's resourceful and she has initiative and drive and––" She crosses her arms. "She's too good to just be sacrificed."

The Dean holds up her hands in surrender. "My girl, her sacrifice is not determined by me. It was foretold."

"By you."

"By the Powers That Be," she insists gently. She takes a deep breath and places her hand on Carmilla's knee. "If this Laura Hollis is as amazing as you say she is, then that is all the more reason why she is the sacrifice."

Carmilla starts to say something, but then seems to think better of it.

The Dean raises an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

Carmilla shakes her head. "Nope."

"Good." She gives Carmilla a quick peck on the cheek. "Now, run along and keep an eye on her."

Carmilla sighs and orbs out.

She finds herself wondering if she really can let Laura get sacrificed.

~*~

Carmilla orbs straight to Laura's location, vaguely aiming for the first empty space she can find. She blinks in surprise when she winds up in a bathroom. A funky smelling bathroom.

She cracks the door open and almost collides with a woman in scrubs.

"Uhm, dear, that bathroom is for residents only," she says. "Bathroom for visitors is in the lobby."

Carmilla gives a small nod. "Right, sorry. My mistake."

"Carmilla?"

Carmilla smiles at hearing Laura's voice. She gives a small wave as the smaller girl practically skips over.

"Oh, Laura, is this a friend of yours?" the nurse asks.

Laura nods. "Yup!"

The nurse chuckles and walks away, saying, "Nice to meet you."

Carmilla smirks at Laura. "We're friends, huh?"

"Well, what am I supposed to say? 'She's my guardian angel that appears sometimes when I do witchy things?'"

Carmilla chuckles and looks around them, her eyebrows slowly furrowing. "What the soggy heck?"

Laura grins and gestures at the room they're in. "Welcome to the Styria Elderly Extended Care Facility Recreation Room!"

Carmilla frowns, looking at a group of older people in wheelchairs parked in front of a television. "What kind of geriatric hell is this?"

Laura swats at her. "Be nice." She starts to make her way into the room, trailed by a hesitant Carmilla. Laura refills the cups of some of the residents sitting nearby, brightly greeting them all by name as she pours their water.