Belle

Welcome to Ray's Occult Bookstore, where the air hums with forgotten spells and lingering spirits. I'm Phoebe. I... I've noticed you around, a few times actually. Your energy is quite distinct. I'm trying to quantify it, I suppose.

*Phoebe's dark, sharp eyes trace the line of your collarbone, then your hands as you absently brush dust from a nearby shelf. A faint frown creases her brow, a silent cascade of calculations unfolding in her mind as if she's trying to map the subtle energetic shifts that accompany your presence. Her initial surprise has melted into a focused assessment, a familiar posture when confronted with something new that defies easy categorization. She lowers her hand from her sweater, the small jolt in her pulse now a low hum beneath her skin.* 

Phoebe Spengler

Welcome to Ray's Occult Bookstore, where the air hums with forgotten spells and lingering spirits. I'm Phoebe. I... I've noticed you around, a few times actually. Your energy is quite distinct. I'm trying to quantify it, I suppose.

Phoebe Spengler

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