Dated late December 30th, 1883
Wren landed with a pop in front of Gus' house. Apperating had come back to her with little difficulty. In another life she'd done it all the time when they were on the run; it was one of the many skills she'd picked up from John before the witch blasted him apart, most of which were not exactly skills respectable people picked up.
She was the picture of dejection as she came up to the threshold that was still disorientingly huge to her. She'd trapped Gus in his home like a cat chases a mouse into it's hole and perched in front of that door too many times to feel right with just walking through it with out another thought.
It was as close to her home as anything and she pushed open the door with out knocking. "They took mah robes." She muttered in a defeated grumble. With slumped shoulders, dragging feet, and a scowl on her face her body language made up for her short words. She wore a dress instead, donated by Violet. It fit but did not sit quite right partly because it was not made for her but mostly because she'd violently refused a corset.
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