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HannaBelle wasn’t fazed at all when the other said they were not a witch… there where many magical beings that had magic. Why people assumed Witch first the redhead really didn’t know. “Ah...It’s the Uni-Way express train… and the number 158 bus!” HannaBelle found herself calling out as the other girl left, pale hands gripped the sleek black card, a flush on pale cheeks when her magic was called pretty, again… it was a odd, but not unpleasant feeling.

Stuffing the card into her pocket HannaBelle began to move to make the rest of the trip home. Headphones back in place over her hears as her boot covered feet crunched against the ground, she kept the ball of light out as it was dark and the street lamps where not working properly. She really needed to get her motorcycle fixed…
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It was clear to the flirty shifter that his flirting was falling flat for this man. So he decided to be blunt. “Trying to flirt with you to get your number….most people cave by now and give me their numbers….and my friends and I haven’t really seen you talk to anyone outside of the bartender….” The wolf shrugged, his pride wounded a little from his flirtations not seeming to have an effect on Ryan… and when the man talked about his exorcism job Oliver sighed to himself.

Yup a sixth sense alright… and many up and comings had trouble getting started. HIs human neighbour had tried to stay out on her own before she’d caved and joined the workforce of a big name ‘physic’ company. Now she looked like a shell of her former self…

“Looks like I’ll owe my big friend twenty bucks now.” Oliver said running a tattooed hand through his dark brown locks.
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“Granny I’m home! Hullo Ichabod, Maxly.” HannaBelle called out and greeted two of the old witches cats who purred at her entrance.

“Running late today in many ways I see Little Raven.” a wise and slightly cracked old voice echoed form the parlor and HannaBelle sighed to herself, she’d expected the old women to be asleep at least.

“Yes… last class ran late… history… we’ve just gotten to the Salem trials…. Not looking forward to that bit of charred history.” HannaBelle said entering the parlor, Granny Tamick was sitting in a old wicker chair with a black cat curled up on her lap, a old pipe puffing out rings of smoke hung from the older womens' lips and HannaBelle moved to cleanup the women's’ glass on the side table.

“There’s a strange air about you… did you meet someone on your journey home?” As the women spoke HannaBelle stopped.

“You could say that… she needed directions to the university...I think someone messed up her directions on purpose…” HannaBelle trailed off before she entered the kitchen to wash the glass, she grabbed herself a quick snack before kissing Granny Tamick’s forehead as a gesture in lew of a good night.

Heading up to her room HannaBelle didn't feel the old women’s grey eyes on her. “You try so hard Little Raven… yet you keep yourself caged… you must free yourself… you must fly…” the old women coughed as she spoke, rubbing the soft fur of her oldest familiar, she used a little magic to wheel herself into her first floor room and into bed.

Many questioned why the old witch called HannaBelle, Little Raven… it actually had to do with the red heads first attempt at transforming herself into a animal for a brief moment… instead of the cat she’d been aiming for… she’d ended up a baby raven… shocked and squawking up a storm in fright.

She had not tried that spell again until years later when her magic was more stable.