Charlie has apparently made his way home, and he's physically intact, but he looks drawn and worried, maybe sick with grief; he's sitting at the table at home, staring disconsolately at a plate of food.
The spell's not particularly prolonged, but Belle's seen what she needed to see. She opens her eyes. "My father's okay," she said, "or, well, he's alive - but I think he's worried about me," she murmurs. Pause. "And, I did a spell!"
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:39 pm (UTC)The spell's not particularly prolonged, but Belle's seen what she needed to see. She opens her eyes. "My father's okay," she said, "or, well, he's alive - but I think he's worried about me," she murmurs. Pause. "And, I did a spell!"