[Liethell]

The teenager shakes her head, "I'll be fine, Jesus." She seems quiet adamant on ignoring Vincent's existence. Strangely enough, she takes the jacket and throws it over her shoulders. she refuses to look him in the eye...

"Well of course I do darling!" The woman brightens even more. Her smile could light up the whole alleyway. "I've been a practicing Wicca since I was twenty! Why, I first started out with burning candles when I was sixteen, but I hardly knew what I was doing back then--and it wasn't as popular as it is today either!-- but I burnt candles, you see, and I always made a wish over them, and soon enough, I got my wish! But even before then, I knew about magic! You see, my great auntie Marie..." As she yammers on, they move closer to the front. The teenager rolls her eyes and the older woman, who has somehow moved on from the topic of Wiccanism to the year her auntie set the roof on fire trying to revive the dead...