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“Hmm makes sense.” HannaBelle gently sipped at her drink, a glass of water as she’d finished her wine. “Any witch with enough thought or emotion can be a destructive force….” Her tone held notes of knowing this first hand. It was hard for HannaBelle to not think back on all the times her emotions had nearly destroyed the home she had lived in with her parents before they figured out what she was…. A rare human born witch that had flown under the radar. One with potential...at least that what Granny Tamick had always said.

HannaBelle’s face scrunched up in disgust towards the people she imagined would go after Karla just because she was different. “Humans still like to say that the ‘Salem witch trials’ victims all ended up not being witches… just women who where outside the norm…. A few where in fact white witches...focused on healing and nature..To good natured to cast harm on a fly...even know in this modern world where we ‘co exist’ with humans they still fear us.” HannaBelle used air quotes and a soft voice as they finished their meal.

At the dessert comment HannaBelle’s face was red as a tomato and she was fanning herself with her hand trying to not look awkward… she failed badly. “Some ah… some magical items can only be properly sealed by a user of the same magical nature of the item….though I’m guessing that it would be a big no for whatever that book really is….”HannaBelle said with a soft stutter. It was clear no one had ever really flirted with the red head. Most of her fellow witches and warlocks saw her as a teacher's pet… good at a little of everything… well aside from Vincent…
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Oliver fell back on his bed with just a towel around his waist, th young shifter rubbed his eyes as he tried to think of why, just why those ghost witches had been at the building...who was this master they spoke of… chaos would bring an end to the peace that had lasted for centuries… maybe that's what this ‘master’ wanted…. But that would mean his family would be in danger… and that thought had Oliver’s hackles raising.

A soft knock on his door had him sitting up, one of his uncle's opened the door. “Could you pick up my shift tomorrow Oliver? I forgot that Immagine had a doctor’s appointment for the little bun…” HIs uncle was a skinny man… more of a uncle by marriage to his Aunt Immagine...a fierce Lioness in her own right, had married the timid rabbit man before Oliver tonight.

“Sure Uncle Henry. What’s the shift? Packing? Cutting? Freeing and moving storage?” Oliver reclined back on his elbows as his uncle rubbed the back of his head.

“Aah no… it’s a… ‘special’.... Pick up…” was all the timid man stutterd out and Oliver knew he’d get no more out of his uncle… they were not supposed to talk about what the McDool Meat Packing Plant moved and shipped for the black market… or what the meat was….

Oliver nodded as his uncle left and he sighed through his nose. He had a feeling he’d have to text Ryan to say he’d be a little later than planned tomorrow….
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The night air was cool on her flushed skin as HannaBelle and Karla left the restaurant. The Pouch of rosemary tucked safely in the redheads bag. “That was good, I haven’t been here in a couple years… i missed the good food.” HannaBelle smiled a small smile as they walked, the red head wasn’t to sure where would be a good place to set about putting a seal on the book… she didn’t want to think about WHAT the book really was… mostly because she didn’t want to get pulled into any dark that would ruin her chances of getting her witches license and potions degree...starting her own potion shop for those who couldn't afford or had bad reactions to the bigger name potions companies.

The fact there were few people on the street seemed to relax the red head. She had a problem with tight places and cramped spaces…. Always had...so taking busses and trains was nerracking and she always had to reel herself in from using a shrink spell on the people around her to just give herself room to breath