She finds that mildly irritating for a whole different set of reasons, but it's such an improvement over the alternative that she lets it be. She's very careful not to seem as though she's taking advantage of her new-found position. She demands nothing, and makes only a few careful, diffident suggestions. This will not last forever; no need to burn bridges.
And of course, whenever she receives an email from the Slayer, she responds promptly.
"Magic's more my style than violence," Bella says, "is the thing. In roughly the same way shooting at stuff is more my style than getting in close and punching it, but by an even wider margin. I like my superpowers, I will absolutely take them over not having them, I am even glad to take them over some other, randomly chosen girl who wanted to be an accountant when she grew up getting them. But I'd have rather gotten witchy blessings. I can't - I can't make any of it work, and it drives me nuts, but Soph can make me magic stuff to use, and Alli shares doses of potions, and it makes me more flexible, less one-note. Means a little less psychological maintenance if I am not just Hitting Things, Occasionally Tactics, style of superhero."
Tamara looks like she can't decide if she approves of this approach or not. "Well. Why don't we at least consider alternatives, the next time you're inclined towards magic? I'll be the first to admit it's useful, but it's best to be cautious with magic. For your sister's sake, if nothing else."
"Yeah, she's rationing her practice since she heard it could be addictive. No danger signs yet that we've picked up on, she can go a week and change casting nothing and be totally indifferent and only hasn't done longer because there keep being useful things to magic at. Things like my shell knife are one-time castings for something I can keep indefinitely, though."
"From what I know of you, I'm inclined to agree. Was there anything else? Would you like to stay for supper?"
In short order Tamara is back, Kevin in tow.
She hangs up.
Kevin reluctantly returns his string bean to its plate and picks up his silverware.
"Ice skating counts. Crossing neighborhoods doesn't really seem bonding-like to me. ...I've been systematically decorating the entire town with unobtrusive painted and scratched crosses to make it unpleasant vampire habitat, on top of visiting the morgue and putting little splinters of wood in the corpses' hearts now and then."
Tamara laughs. "I stand by my assessment of your sense," she says approvingly. "Would my presence be helpful at all?"
"I don't see why not. A little bit of time for an improved vampire detection system. Everyone wins. I'll let you know my schedule once it's settled at work?"
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
Huh. Wrong number maybe? Or someone looking for the previous owner? She shrugs, hangs up the phone, and refocuses on her son. It's bedtime.
Bella receives an advertisement about the prom. She'd been thinking she'd skip it, mostly out of habit and lack of prospective dates, but the flyer is extremely suspicious.
She brings it to Tamara and points out the all-caps warning about appearing only with a date and not breaking up with said date during prom itself. "Does this look like our brand of weird to you?"
"That does rather look compellingly likely to be 'our brand of weird'. How much do you know about the prom?"
"Not a thing. I've never been in town this time of year before. I was thinking I'd track down the person who wrote the flyer, but I'd give decent odds that they don't know either and just have a feeling, not sure what the next investigative avenue is after that. Look at old newspaper articles, maybe? But that seems like less of a one-person job."
"Reading through boring newspaper articles is precisely why people like me exist. I'll look into it. Unless you pressingly desire to help me search, I suppose, but I imagine your patrols are more productive."
So the next day, Bella finds who wrote the flyer, and texts Tamara about it: She doesn't know anything that adds up to more than "check newspapers for suspicious prom-related deaths". Should I be looking for a prom date? I can probably sneak in without one even if they're trying to enforce the rule, and I want to find whatever it is that's going after the dateless, but let me know if you think I ought to track down accompaniment.
If you can get in either way, your accompaniment is entirely up to you. Of course, if you do bring a date, just make sure to stage a public fight in the centre of the room. All the cases I've found are very clear about that; you must be plausibly single for an accident to happen.
The accidents do, I hope, look like something I can maybe Slay my way out of, rather than sudden mysterious heart attacks or whatever?
All the articles I've found specify either strangulation or drowning. The presence of a physical attacker is, if not guaranteed, at least heavily suggested. And attackers can be fended off. You have your first fighting class this weekend, don't you?
Yeah. So I suppose I'll see if I can start on dealing with strangulation-type attacks - drowning seems more general. Drowned where, in a sink or something?