The young witch had never been one to take kindly to any sort of invasion upon what she deemed as hers, weather that was the stalker invading her life or her own familiar invading her thoughts. Her own voice was distinctly sharp, the girl unintentionally snapping her distinct lack of concern of the captured private eye contacting his 'employer', if the enigmatic man could even be called that. A soft exhale left the young woman's lips as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Her eyelashes fluttered closed in thought as she contemplated the very suggestion. Memory potions, after all, were hardly easy things to craft on a whim. They required forethought and creativity and a certain amount of meticulousness that Serafina certainly couldn't summon now. Anything she crafted would be messy and fleeting at best. A soft sigh left Serafina's lips, the woman certainly capable of seeing the benefit of it though, particularly since she had little desire to keep the private eye in the confines of her shop. Her stormy gaze turned towards the ceiling as she informed her lupine companion that anything she crafted would be...poor, at best, at least by her own standards. Nevertheless, Raven seemed...pleased that she was at least considering the idea. The man's stuttered lyrics, however, prompted little more than a dismissive flick of Serafina's hand, Raven far more easily angered as her familiar practically growled, throwing both man and chair in the wall. "Try not to --" Serafina's voice trailed off before her shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. A concussion. She was going to say not to give the man a concussion and yet, it might have been beneficial, really.

Serafina reached for those vials and herbs upon her shelves, the woman working in silence as she crushed those chosen herbs into a delicate paste. The woman worked swiftly, that damp paste of herbs finally gifted her own blood to fuel that magic, transforming it into something else entirely. The blue-grey hue of her irises remained stationary upon the mixture, watching as it swirled and transformed into an almost luminescent liquid. It was only once she was complete that Serafina poured the contents into a far more easily manageable container, that vial held carefully within her palm as she approached the unfortunate private eye. Serafina was quick to direct Raven through the same procedure as before, the lupine woman in turn eager to assist as they all but forced the liquid down the unfortunate man's throat. He sputtered and choked on its contents and yet, in the end, this potion too was inevitably consumed, quickly taking its hold upon the man. Serafina glanced down at her phone as she quickly provided those abrupt instructions. Already, Raven's fingers were deftly working at those knots, her hands all but tight upon the baffled, blissful man's figure. He all but stumbled with each step, his saucer-sized irises focused upon Raven alone as he regarded her with an almost goofy grin. Even Serafina could hardly help the roll of her eyes as Raven insisted sarcastically that she was the prettiest girl in all of the town. The young witch slinked forward, pressing open the back door to her shop as the pair maneuvered down the darkened alleyway.

Serafina left the private eye within the care of her familiar as she led the way, careful to ensure they were not observed by prying eyes. Soon enough, however, Serafina led her companion across the street where she had first observed the man - only to pause as Raven sat him firmly on the ground. Gingerly, Serafina placed the man's camera bag at his side, leaving him quite in the same way she had found him. She watched as those shadows quickly swarmed around them, encasing them within the darkness. The softness to her companion's voice drew the witch's stormy gaze, her own shoulders lifted in a vague shrug as she turned on her heels to lead the way back to the street. "It's okay, it sounded like he'd been doing this for a while." Slowly, Serafina pulled that hotel keycard out of her pocket. "I am curious what we'll find too." She murmured softly as she flipped the card around in her fingers. How utterly curious this afternoon was becoming. The young witch fell into silence as the pair made their way towards the eastern part of town - the Witchery an establishment that Serafina knew strikingly well. Once upon a time, she had befriended a previous owner of the establishment. But time had passed since then and the hotel seemed cursed to transfer from hands to hands. The very moment she entered the hotel, she hardly bothered to provide the receptionist a second glance, the girl maneuvering quickly through the hallways, muttering the numbers of several of those rooms they passed as they got closer and closer towards that destination. "Here it is." The witch uttered abruptly, her own voice soft as she stopped in her tracks.

A backward glance was given at her familiar as she reached forward for the door handle - her fingers tentatively resting upon the copper-colored handle. Carefully, the girl reached for the censor beside the door, sliding the card through the card reader only for the small LED to turn green. Softly, Serafina inhaled as she pushed the door open, the young woman entirely uncertain what she would find on the other side. The hotel room, however, was little more than absolutely silent as she entered, her stormy eyes sweeping over it with furrowed brows. The window in the far corner was opened, the curtains moving in the gentle breeze. She didn't even know the hotel windows could even open. Carefully, the girl stepped further in, noting a toppled lamp and several dishes splayed across the floor. "Hello?" She inquired, pausing in the middle of the room only to be greeted with silence. "I guess see if you can find any clues?" Serafina suggested, glancing back at her companion before the girl ventured further in. She moved around the sofa, noting further pieces of furniture slightly awry. Carefully, the woman picked her way towards the bathroom, only to stop abruptly upon the threshold as she pushed the bathroom door slowly open. "Uh.....Raven....don't......touch anything. Shit." She murmured under her breath as the young woman stared at the dead figure of a man dressed in all black on the floor - blood pooled around his figure as a long knife protruded from his back.

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