Noel Vermillion
Noel sighed at nobody but herself. Today had been a complete, bona fide mess. First that attack upon the water park, then that panicked meeting about the attack, and finally there had been that incident where the sky had turned black for a few seconds. Apparently. She'd been standing out in the hall waiting for Henry to finish doing whatever voodoo clandestine magic he'd been doing with Malcolm.
The woman pulled at her hair in frustration.
"Jeez, why won't he just freaking tell me!" Noel complained. She didn't like this secrecy of his. Every once in a while, he did something that he shouldn't really have been able to do, and he'd never offered up any satisfactory answer.
She reached over and tossed a large package of cereal into her shopping cart.
She then continued walking about, grumbling to herself. She'd noticed that Mordred had called her, but she was sure it was a work related issue, and she just wasn't going to deal with that right now. She'd call her back later, after she had dinner and a bath.
Noel meandered about, throwing this or that into her cart, eventually arriving at the canned goods section. She picked up a large can of canned bread, wondering why in the world anyone would want wet canned bread. Just buy a freaking loaf. As she was putting it back, the can slipped from her hands and went careening down towards the floor.