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Bex followed Griffin and Todd to the hotel. she wasn't aware of anything other than the fact that somehow, through some kind of miracle they'd arrived at a semi-safe place without encountering any other crazy creatures of enemies. "Fourteen is a strange number for a wizard to choose...you'd think thirteen...but I guess that would be far too obvious..." She was thinking out loud not actually expecting or requiring a response, but she was stopped dead in her tracks by he image in a large mirror mounted to the wall. Holy .... she really WAS that old lady. Oh my...my...my...she stepped closer and turned this way and that looking at herself from every angle. Well, at least she didn't have any wrinkles yet...that was encouraging in a weird kind of way. But that hair...what on earth was growing on her head? it was the biggest curl poof she'd ever seen and she had NO idea how to fix it, or care for it. "Wonder how long it'll take for this to look like the home for a wild bee colony?"
She turned away from the sight of her old self and caught up with the others. Matthew was sent away and she lifted a brow wondering what Bella knew that they didn't. "Do we know who we are looking for?" she asked curiously, "I mean...how are we to be sure it's a friendly and not one of those ones trying to stop us?"
She turned away from the sight of her old self and caught up with the others. Matthew was sent away and she lifted a brow wondering what Bella knew that they didn't. "Do we know who we are looking for?" she asked curiously, "I mean...how are we to be sure it's a friendly and not one of those ones trying to stop us?"