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(Just a heads up to whoever may be looking at this rp. There will be some language down the way!)

Granma had died last week; her funeral was short and scarcely attended, and she'd left her every possession to Jamie. She hadn't been very fond of the rest of the family, so he supposed it made sense. It still felt weird driving up the long driveway to her--his--house on top of the hill overlooking part of the beach. The last time he'd been here, he'd been seventeen and had stayed the summer to learn more magic from her; she had been three times the teacher his mother was. Now he was twenty and going up the drive of his dead granma's house.
He parked the car in front of the house and fiddled with his keys for a moment. He found the one he was looking for and approached the door with clammy hands; it felt weird knowing that she wouldn't open the door for him, nor be on the other side of it doing something probably dangerous in the kitchen. He put the key in the door, took a moment to take a breath, and turned it. He opened the door and was welcomed with the scent of musty, dried seaweed, the only bad thing about the house. He closed the door and sat heavily at the kitchen table.

It was really hot, Moira decided. Of course that was to be expected as it was the middle of summer, but still, why so damn hot? She groaned as she trekked up the hill to the sanctuary her "friends" have told her about, the thought of having air conditioning was really the only thing keeping her going at the moment. Wait, would this place even have air conditioning? It better, she decided, or she really wouldn't be a happy camper. Although she'd likely have to put up with it even if it didn't have an air conditioner, she was too tried and weak to do much else.

Moira had finally reached the door and was about to just walk in before she realized that was considered rude around here. So she decided to fix her hair and adjust her bag before nicely knocking. First impressions were key, after all.

Jamie shed his flannel as he noticed that whoever had last been in the house had completely turned off the air conditioning, and that it was hot as hell as a result. He stood and turned it on, adjusting it to freeze-your-ass-off cold. He went to the door to get some of his belongings from his car just as someone knocked on the wood.
He opened the door and saw a young woman with pale blue hair. She seemed familiar, but he couldn't place her. He did know that she hadn't been to gran's funeral.
"Were you a friend of gran's? If you're here for the funeral, you've missed it. We sent the pyre off a few days ago." Why would she be here if she didn't know gran? Jamie noticed how weary she looked.
"You're still welcome to come in. I've only just turned on the ac so its still a bit warm in here. I can make some tea if you like, but there's not much food. I do have some groceries in the car, though. If you're hungry I can make something."