Eve Levine

You've reached the voicemail of Eve Levine. If you're a student, leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If you're anybody else, leave a message and I'll get back to you as time permits. And I almost sounded professional on this message, go me!"

Eve had a date! Holy hallelujah, she had a date. Not until the next day, but still.

She'd spent most of the morning tidying up, and then she'd gone through her closet in search of something to wear, only to proceed right to the "Oh God, I have nothing to wear!" portion of the program.

So she was now taking a break, hanging out on her porch with a drink and a fashion magazine.

[Open like an open thing!]

Eve woke slowly, looking around in confusion. This wasn't her house, wasn't her house in the least. It was just one room, far too empty and antiseptic to be her bedroom. There was a bed, true, but it wasn't hers. There was a small table, a chair, a bookcase with some books...

And a knock at the door.

"Miss Levine, they'll be ready for you soon."

That voice... she remembered that voice. Bauer? But Bauer was rarely that polite. Not unless she was amused by something. And that usually only happened when something big was planned.

Ignoring Bauer's voice in favor of simply getting out of bed without a word, Eve made her way over to the door and started trying to figure a way out.

( I'd be surprised if some of these people don't WTF afterwards )

Eve had mixed feelings about what she'd heard on the news. On one hand, she was sending Georgia back to the Eve and Kristof who actually were the girl's parents. On the other hand, the girl was actually kind of fun. Kind of reminded Eve of herself at that age.

But she knew that she couldn't try and keep her there. Georgia had to go home. So the atmosphere in the Levine house was a kind of subdued one as they sat in the living room and watched TV.

[The goodbye post for Georgia, many thanks to Mylia for helping out here]

Eve was getting the hand of wrangling a teenager. It wasn't all that different from wrangling pre-teen Savannah, actually, so it'd clicked pretty quickly.

At the moment, Eve was sitting out on her front porch, sprawled in a comfy chair and drinking a glass of iced tea.

Georgia, however, was sitting on the porch steps and studying one of Eve's grimoires intently. Eve didn't mind, figuring it was the easiest way to keep the kid out of trouble.

(Open!)