It is late June and the temperature is barely in the seventies. What the hell? My neighbor even had the gall to bitch about it being hot. Be thankful it’s not a hundred degrees and eighty percent humid, Tom, because that was New York last summer.
And the clouds. It’s always cloudy, but it doesn’t deliver with the rain. I’m probably going to regret complaining about that in a few months when it won’t stop raining. That may make my hunting harder if a vampire can make it when it’s cloudy.
Note to self: was Meyers right that clouded days can keep a vampire from burning?
I should see if Qasim would be willing to ship me some more potions. I still don’t feel like I have enough and I don’t trust the potioneers here. I don’t even want to think about trying to do it myself...this apartment can’t handle my potential blunders.
It’s too nice of a place to really stand much magic. The sleek, modern look isn’t normally my style, but Wendy was right when she asked me to take a chance and look at it. I wish the kitchen was a bit bigger, but the views can’t be beat.
I have my safety spells in place. I can’t help but be paranoid here. The community is running on high tension. Even through the ‘stiff upper lip’ façade, I can see it. This town’s a powder keg. When the spark happens, things will get really interesting, real quick. I could stand to make a profit, or get caught in the explosion. Either way, I need to play this safe and smart. Maybe I’ll ask Qasim to send some of the work books for the more robust security spells, too. Can’t be too safe.
(Ooc for personal reference: https://www.kfh.co.uk/south-west-london ... t/p165147/