Had I any options, I would have chosen to take the drive to my home outside of the city. My car had been unhappy to start, and accompanying that unfortunate circumstance were multiple others that weren't really worth mentioning, aside from the little annoying feline traipsing behind me. Although said feline was with me, his irritable yodeling would not be audible for anyone other than me. The cloak of illusion I was able to weave over him took little to no effort, and for that I was grateful. Had it taken much effort, I can assure you that the feline would have been running rampant on a nonexistent leash in order to find suitable lodgings for himself for the night. Honestly, I could have slept at the apartment and woken early to fix the destruction myself but the thought hadn't been terribly appealing, especially with the way the electricity had been buzzing throughout the building. And me? There was a current of electricity running in my veins that I couldn't get away from. Every surface seemed to shock me, and it was growing incredibly tiresome. As if the evening's adventures hadn't been enough, right? I had been struggling with the decision to arrive at the hotel I had left only a short time prior been asked to leave from, and part of me wondered if I could make that happen twice. And then the responsibly exhausted, irritated part of me vehemently told that part to shut the hell up.

The brunette's slow but bubbly customer service had my teeth clenching. How difficult was it to simply dispend me a room, and send me on my way? A shower sounded more enticing than it had before; maybe that's not true, but the weight of the idea stands! I would have loved to splash in a puddle, fall in a lake... I didn't care. I had wanted to get the dust and shards of whatever off of me, but the consistent shocking had made me very suspicious of attempting to do so in my own ... destructed bathroom. With a sigh, I licked my lips to anticipate the impending arrival of an acute looking blonde woman. Was she the manager, or whatever, of the establishment? Though I may have been more curious if I had been less used, her arrival did nothing more than elicit an unamused snort.

"You can clean and service it as much as you'd like when I leave â€" hell, I'll do it for you. But expend me the courteous of privacy?"

The words held a bit of rhetoric I hadn't intended. Simply put: the tiresome nature of any kind of customer service interaction had lulled me into some kind of irritable slouch against the desk. God willing, Church would stop yowling, and I would be teleported into a clean room away from the door and all light. Then again, that hardly seemed like it was going to happen. With instructions from the blonde, the receptionist began her high pitched jargon once more though her words were far above my head and unmeeting of my ears as I sensed the blonde was... More likely than not, not the "manager". Her aura was somewhat metallic, reminding me of - ...

Witches.

"No, I would prefer her to escort me," I said flatly, with a brighter glint in my eyes than the dull, tired look before. Perhaps this was the right place to have chosen to stay, after all. Church meowed approvingly, sashaying over to the woman in the manner only a cat can, as if to prove the woman would appreciate the furry little thing more so than my uh... haphazard one. With a shower and sleep off the table, I ran a hand through my hair before focusing on the doors where I could ensure a nice, friendly and hurried couple would soon be emerging to implore the receptionist for help and a room.

"Shame. It seems she is busy, now," I commented, now more curious about the blonde in front of me. Now more than sure she was a witch, I felt a small but mostly tired and worn grin stir. "Tell me, is there a chance your establishment doesn't extend courteous to hunters? Especially the blonde, light wielding kind..."