The Sisterhood of the Traveling Hummer

[Seragil]

She watched as Lacy stormed off to her car, her own eyes sparking like violet flames with her anger. Astrid and Maria were right however, going into the situation they were headed to angry and fractured would only ask for trouble.

She sighed heavily, expressing her anger,with the expelled air, she needed to settle and calm herself. looking around her eyes locked onto Lacy's summoned wild roses and she smiled, they would do perfectly. She spread her hand out palm downwards and above the blooming plant and connected with its energy.  As beautiful as they were, they had been called forth too soon and were out of season. She sent them back, the flowers seeding and then wilting in a mere moment, the rose hips scattering and sinking beneath the earth along with the plant tendrils. Come spring and summer this small rest stop would be covered in a blanket of wild roses.

The power of Earth as it washed over and through her calmed, centered and rejuvenated her, she opened her eyes and smiled.

"I'm fine, and you're both right. We all need to work together."

She walked over to the car and to Lacy. "I apologize, I shouldn't have allowed myself to become angry. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

[Black Philip]

Lacy had no intention of joining in this apology circle jerk. However, as she looked over the young witch, and heard her words, the cop sighed and ran a hand down her fatigued face. Now was not the time to be a bitch on principle. She extended an assertive hand.

"I should've used your name when addressing you," she admitted. "You're a person, with a name, and it was rude for me to 'you' you, Siobhan."

Once the shake was accepted or refused, and the others were back in the car, Lacy started the engine and began driving again. The snow made it difficult to see, but Lacy decided to try another spell she learned from Wren.

"Move," she told the snow, and sure enough her windshield was clear. She felt a small wave of fatigue, and reached for the lukewarm coffee in her cup holder.

Once her sip was complete, she rallied and addressed her unlikely squad. "Alright, here's what I know about where we're going. The house was built in 1743 by a man named Winston Thane. The house has been privately owned by the Thane family ever since and is a historic city landmark. According to Tess's background check she owns it today. She also has a criminal record with the mortal police in Philly that includes robbery, grave digging and was a suspect in two murders. She grew up at the house, but was raised by a great aunt. Her mother died when she was five. Her father lived away from her, but is also now dead."

She paused, trying to remember what else she found out about the manor. "The house shows up on a number of haunted ghost tours of Philly, and according to the city archives I was able to pull online, that Thane family has always been rumored to be witches. Us mortals ain't so oblivious after all it seems."

Another sip of coffee. "We want to talk to the great aunt if she's alive, but we also need to search the house for any clues about how blondie got in bed with the devil. After everything I saw her do at the graveyard I'd bet my money the place is haunted as shit, so we should be quick and stick together. Any questions?"

If not, she'd drive the rest of the way in silence. She needed the time to think.