Vanessa Gripes
"Vanessa? What are you doing here?" Janna asked as she saw her Boss' daughter and her own fellow... employee? at the magic section of the company library. She couldn't have gotten lost, it wasn't exactly somewhere you managed to end up by mistake, not after Kitsune decided to hide it by disguising the entrance as the door to a girl's bathroom with caution tape, sign posts and a puddle of water seeping out from underneath the door.
"I'm returning a book. Grunkle Malph borrowed something and he can't return it himself since he's a ghost, and since his Potted Meat minions unionized and they're still negotiating a contract with him, that leaves me or dad to return it, and dad threw me under the bus when Grunkle Malph said he was going to make me his apprentice."
"You're a goth?" Janna asked, shocked.
"What? No! I'm a punk, not a goth! Why do you think I'm a Goth?"
"Well, aside from the wearing all black thing, you know learning magic," Janna explained.
"The black is just my style, it's not a goth thing! And the magic is... I do know some magic, but only because my dad said I need to learn how to defend against 'witches, spells and wood trolls' since mom got rid of our lawn gnome. It doesn't make me a goth!"
"But the black clothes, the magic, and the rich princess vibe really do imply..."
"I'm not a Goth! God, you're worse than my dad. You know he's started sending me Visigothic artifacts on my birthday? This is going to continue for years, Janna.
For years."
Janna laughed.
"So what kind of magic are you studying anyway?" Janna wondered. Vanessa hadn't seemed super into the weird and creepy last time she grabbed her to watch a summoning, but maybe she was getting character development? Like Marco had after Star arrived?
"Ancient Roman Sorcery. Grunkle Malph is big into the classics, and apparently he means that literally. Last week he taught me how to make a curse tablet."
"Did he teach you the Voces Mysticae? Felldrake was talking about them a couple months back. Sounded interesting but Felldrake said I wouldn't have time to learn them with the syllabus he wanted to teach me."
"Ugh. Don't remind me. Secret words that only spirits understand? It was like reading Jabberwocky over and over until I could
feel the meanings of the words in my mind. I thought I was going
insane."
"I feel you," Janna commiserated. "Kitsune's taken an interest in teaching me. Last time she turned into one of my mortal enemies and taunted me about killing all my friends. It's really a drag."
Vanessa blinked and reassessed the severity of her own problems, and her ability to detect sarcasm, because from the tone alone she would have thought Janna was
completely serious.
"Right. So yeah, I know a little, but not much. I'm just returning the book for my Grunkle."
Janna looked at her as if reassessing her opinion of her.
"You're cooler than I thought you were," Janna declared with a confident nod. "I'll give you a heads up next time we summon Celena. She's Tom's thrid cousin? Second cousin once removed? Something like that anyway. You'd get a kick out of her, and she really oughta meet some new people."
"I guess Tom's not that bad. He had good taste with that alt electropop album he recommended me. No reason not to meet his cousin."
"Yeah, I knew you were cool! See you then!" Janna waved.
It was only when she got to the counter that Vanessa realized the girl had stolen the book she was supposed to return while they'd been talking.
"Damn it. Grunkle Malph is going monologue to me about this isn't he?"
Vanessa didn't need an answer, and despite how little Vanessa interacted with her, she definitely knew that trying to get Janna to give up her ill-gotten gains was an exercise in futility. With a heavy heart Vanessa pulled out her company credit card and got ready to pay the replacement fee.
She was never getting that book back, after all.