Not long after they finished dessert, Charlotte decided that it was probably time to go back home. Victoria agreed, reminding Charlotte that she promised to help move her in to Charlotte's cottage. Lynn offered accommodations for anyone who wanted to stay the night instead of walking home in the dark.

"I don't live too far away. It's just a few streets over," Elizabeth insisted. "It's just over on Graciott Lane."

"Oh, I live near there. I could walk with you if you would like," Jack offered. Charlotte saw her student nearly swoon at the offer as she nodded.

"I would appreciate that, with the Slayer out and about," Elizabeth answered smoothly. Jack gave a nod before leaving to grab their coats.

"Are you sure you want to go out and walk tonight? You could always wait until morning. We could all head over then," Lynn reasoned, but Charlotte shook her head.

"It's clear that I'm being watched, and I think it would be better if I acted normally. I don't want to give the impression that I know anything I shouldn't," Charlotte informed. Lynn only stared, knowing that her younger sister was correct. They knew probably more than was necessary, or safe.

"Where are we meeting tomorrow?" Tyler asked as Jack returned.

"I think we should meet in the bakery that our friend told us to meet by. I would assume it's the same bakery as the one that Heather's husband bought," Charlotte assumed, looking over at her student who had been named specifically in the letter. Elizabeth looked a little shaken, but nodded.

"I would assume so," Elizabeth agreed. "I'll go early and make sure."

"Sounds good. I think if we meet there around ten in the morning, we should get there early enough to meet him," Charlotte added.

"Kind of irresponsible to set up a meeting without a specific time," Victoria grumbled. 

"I think he wants to see what we do, which is why I want us to be very careful. Don't do anything out of the ordinary, and we'll play it like we're meeting for brunch at the bakery," Charlotte schemed before everyone agreed. 

With a deep breath and several farewells, Charlotte and Victoria were off towards Victoria's home. The sun had already set and the stars began to show through the dark blue sky. The lamps flickered on cue as they came to life, giving them light to walk by.

Victoria's place was closer to Lynn's than it was to Charlotte's, which was nicer than usual. It was in a larger boarding building, but Victoria's space was smaller than Charlotte had anticipated. It had one large room that had a bed, a small table, a bookcase, a dresser, a stove, and a sink. There was a door on the other side of the room, which housed the bathroom.

"Surely I pay you enough to afford more than this," Charlotte whispered. It was the first time she was seeing the apartment that Victoria resided in.

"You do, this is the place I want to live in for now. The landlady was very kind to me when I first entered the city. Although, I am saving up for a larger home, hopefully somewhere quieter and less busy," Victoria answered cheerfully. "What should we start with first?"

"Well, what do you want to bring with you?"

"At least the bed and dresser, and maybe the table and chair. I don't think your cottage could house anymore books, and I don't really need the kitchenware," Victoria reasoned. Charlotte nodded as she produced her river rock. Her apprentice followed suit and pulled out her twig.

"Now this magic is a little more complicated, so I'll have you start with the chair. I'll teleport your bed myself, so you won't have to worry about that for now," Charlotte instructed, walking over to the headboard.

Carefully and meticulously, Charlotte taught Victoria how to use the teleport spell. She closed her eyes, visualizing the place where she wanted the bed to go. Then she placed her channeling stone on the bed before saying the spell under her breath. There was a flash of light and a loud crack, and as Charlotte opened her eyes, the bed vanished.

"Incredible," Victoria murmured, surprised that it teleported so easily.

"Now your turn," Charlotte urged. Victoria nodded before closing her eyes, placing the twig on the chair. She visualized the cottage's living room before she muttered the spell. With a less brilliant light and a thunderous crack, the chair under her fingers disappeared as well. "Well done!"

"Thanks," Victoria exhaled, realizing that she had been holding her breath. Charlotte walked over to the dresser before pointing at the table. Victoria nodded and did the same with the table.

However, as she visualized the dining room where the table would fit, the image of the garden flickered through her mind just as the table vanished. Victoria opened her eyes at the sound of the teleportation and frowned.

"What is it?" Charlotte asked after she dealt with the dresser. Victoria grimaced.

"I may have teleported the table into your garden."

"Oh, that's fine. We'll just teleport it back in the house when we get back. Is there anything else you want to bring?" 

"No, that's all I needed. I don't think there's much else I own that I could use over there," Victoria smiled. Charlotte nodded, placing the stone back into her skirt pocket. "Shall we go then?"

"Of course," Charlotte replied, quickly walking toward the door. Victoria followed and locked the door behind them.

"Thank you again for letting me stay in your study. It's very kind of you," Victoria mentioned as they walked back onto the street. Charlotte smiled.

"I'm excited to have you over. It will also help me relax after work, knowing that you aren't lying at the bottom of a ravine," Charlotte answered, trying to be light toward the end. It didn't work.

"Do you think it's the same killer than killed your parents?"

"I don't know, but I think so. The note was the same, and that was something that wasn't very important at the time. I think only one paper even cared that it was written. The other papers focused on the death of my parents rather than the murderer."

"Interesting," Victoria whispered. She wondered if she should keep asking questions, but she kept quiet until Charlotte spoke up again.

"Either way, I think the killer at least remembers my parents' deaths, otherwise it wouldn't be as perfectly similar as it was," Charlotte murmured before taking a deep breath. "We should be careful from now on, and I know I've said that a lot. I don't think it'll be safe for anyone to travel alone anymore."

"Agreed. I'm glad that Jack offered to walk Elizabeth home. Otherwise, I was going to insist we walk her home before going home."

"I agree. Did you see her reaction when he offered?"

"God, someone needs to give those two a push in the right direction," Victoria groaned, slumping her shoulders. "They've been dancing around each ever since Lynn and Tyler got married."

"I'm sure they'll figure it out soon enough. Just give them some time," Charlotte replied with a smile. "Neither of them are that dense."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Oh, come on. Give them a few weeks, and see what happens. I'm positive they'll figure it out."

"I'll bet ten pems that they don't figure it out be spring," Victoria offered.

"I'm not going to bet on their lives."

"Twenty pems then."

"Alright, twenty pems," Charlotte sighed as she shook Victoria's hand. "Elizabeth can never know of this."

"Agreed."