A World Enchanted

It had been a long, long, long day and a half for Tara since the Maclays showed up.

A very long two day and a half.

"So, uh ..." she paused just inside the doorway to the shop. They'd demanded they see where she work before leaving Fandom. "When -- when were you going to head home?"

Subtle, she was not. And she'd also been trying to deflect their hints all weekend about how she was needed back with the family. At the end, she hoped, they'd let it go. It wasn't like she was turning 20 yet.

"How fast can you pack up your room?" her father asked, snorting at the displays. He poked a pentacle with a fingertip like it might burn him. "We're getting you away from this wickedness, child. You're already infested with evil."

Tara inspected her shoes as her nails bit into her palms. "It's -- my friends here like me."

"Your friends don't know who you are," Donny supplied. "Now, you going to come with us the easy way, or are you going to make us make a scene?"

Tara scanned the street desperately. There had to be something she could do to make this all go away.

( And lo, a figure approached )

[OOC: Preplayed with the splendid bitchy_smurf and the incomparable weetuskenraider. NFI, OOC is love.]