They'd probably take it to the sign-up desk. ( it's a little funny, now that she thinks about it. she'd been so careful to make sure there was a staffed lost-and-found area for the race, knowing how clumsy people could be with their belongings at sports games, and now she desperately needed people to use it. ) It's not like it's a diamond or anything, I don't think someone would steal it.

( in all fairness, the ring had been pretty ugly in her eyes when she'd first gotten it. the antique style certainly hadn't been something she would have picked out for herself, and even now, caroline wasn't sure she wouldn't prefer something a little more her century. but a witch's daylight ring wasn't something you could just pick up in-store or order online; whether she liked it or not, she was stuck with it for the time being. (and maybe, just maybe, it had grown on her a little too.)

his shift in attention is followed by a shift in the muscles of his neck; they move underneath her, and caroline cannot help but follow in reply, body adjusting to curl that much more snugly in place against him, her own breath skimming over the column of his throat as she does so. )

I wish Bonnie was here. There's probably some, like, witchy spell to make it come to you.