"He's not a vampire either, is he?" Melissa asked, leaning back just a little to look at Stephanie's face. "Because I've read those books. Sort-of. Well, I had the movie on once while I was taking a nap. The one about the centuries-old vampire and the highschool girl. This isn't like that, is it?"
Gabe laughed. It sounded almost musical. Melissa was definitely starting to notice a pattern here; he hadn't been kidding when he said his magic was in music. Just his laugh made her feel better. Was that how it was meant to go? Was it deliberate?
"Fletch is only eighteen," he said with a smile, "and definitely not a vampire."
"You say that like you can actually compare him to a vampire. Are there vampires?"
Gabe paused. "Yes," he admitted, "and they're really not the kind of people you want to have anything to do with. Or even actually people."
"Is it like that TV show about the blonde cheerleader with the strange name who goes around turning them into dust?" Melissa asked, and looked down at Stephanie again, tilting her head. "Do you go around slaying vampires, dear? I might have to draw a line there. You might choke on the dust."
Leaving aside every single other issue with it. Actually, Melissa decided there and then she might have to start watching it. Not because she thought it might teach her anything about what real magic was like, but because the lead character was a highschool girl and she wanted to know how the girl's mother had handled the whole magic thing. Some might say it was unhealthy to find vindication through fiction, but since Melissa had just discovered that fiction was real, she felt that those people could go suck an egg.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Gabe beamed. "My brother loves that show. It's not exactly accurate, but what can you do." He shrugged easily in a 'what can you do' sort of way. "It's interesting in its own right, and the characters are mostly well executed."
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Gabe laughed. It sounded almost musical. Melissa was definitely starting to notice a pattern here; he hadn't been kidding when he said his magic was in music. Just his laugh made her feel better. Was that how it was meant to go? Was it deliberate?
"Fletch is only eighteen," he said with a smile, "and definitely not a vampire."
"You say that like you can actually compare him to a vampire. Are there vampires?"
Gabe paused. "Yes," he admitted, "and they're really not the kind of people you want to have anything to do with. Or even actually people."
"Is it like that TV show about the blonde cheerleader with the strange name who goes around turning them into dust?" Melissa asked, and looked down at Stephanie again, tilting her head. "Do you go around slaying vampires, dear? I might have to draw a line there. You might choke on the dust."
Leaving aside every single other issue with it. Actually, Melissa decided there and then she might have to start watching it. Not because she thought it might teach her anything about what real magic was like, but because the lead character was a highschool girl and she wanted to know how the girl's mother had handled the whole magic thing. Some might say it was unhealthy to find vindication through fiction, but since Melissa had just discovered that fiction was real, she felt that those people could go suck an egg.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Gabe beamed. "My brother loves that show. It's not exactly accurate, but what can you do." He shrugged easily in a 'what can you do' sort of way. "It's interesting in its own right, and the characters are mostly well executed."