I should have realised that something was up from the way my father was acting when I left. I told him that I’d decided to go visit my girlfriend for a few nights, and he was all like
“Today, Risette? Today is a feast day for them, isn’t it?” and I was just like
“Exactly, I thought I’d surprise her, I’ve wanted to see their feasts for a long time.” and he frowned like that was a problem, and eventually nodded, hugged me, and told me to
“Remem

There comes a point in every
child’s life where their parents can no longer drag them to the
museum for a ‘fun and educational day out!’. Usually, this is at
about sixteen. Sadly, nineteen year old Marcia had not managed to
explain this to her mother, and she found herself in the museum for
arcane antiquities.
She had so many things she could
be doing. She could… she could be reading. Or, gods forbid, doing
her conjuring homework. (Ugh.) Or, more likely, surfing tumblr and
watching sitco