I have my comprehensive exam in math tomorrow. Well, if I fail at least my prof won't haunt me. I hope Amy shows this guy she's better at math and at life. And may he rest in all the unsolvable problems and improvable theorems.

Talk to a human, if not Richard. There's gotta be some rule about not turning a coworker of yours - crucial to the balance of human and supernatural at your workplace, might I add - into a reptile or amphibia. Em and her da might be working against y'all. Or he may have her roped into fishy business. Either way, talk to your boss. I don't love snitching but this seems serious enough. Don't let Em know, though.

Aaaaand this is why I'm nice and careful with my dolls.

This sounds worse than my thesis writing process. My impulsive ass would probably just get a bunch of bug repellent spray. If it doesn't pan out at least there's a makeshift flamethrower... (Please do not actually do this, in the event you survive, even Grayson couldn't cover your ass and dorm damages ain't cheap.)

I love that you sell simple refreshments, but give away something far more curious.

I mean, the milk issue could be a big deal if you stumble upon someone with a bad case of lactose intolerance rather than hipster fever, but other than that students rarely care about how their coffee is made. Pinkie promise. The possum infestation is concerning, though. Was there anything unusual with the trash that day that would attract 4 at once?

You weren't the one who meddled with witchcraft of such power. I understand feeling bad for the girl, but guilt is out of the equation entirely.

Not to say she deserved to die, but it's not like you could banish the thing without killing her. I would imagine she knew what she was risking.