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“Wow… that is both scary and impressive.” HannaBelle had a small smile on her face when Karla spoke about the cul-de-sac, it was nice to actually hear about another magic user almost , or actually, losing control at some point...she tried not to think about if any famines had been in the houses in the cul-de-sac. Emotions and magic should not be suppressed is what Granny Tamick had told her once.

“My lips are sealed.” She mimed zipping her lips with a smile.

Once in the park HannaBelle settled herself in a cross legged position as Karla explained the book and a small bit of her job, HannaBelle had enjoyed the feeling of the other girls hand in her own. She had been blushing the whole time.

Her cheeks where dusted pink now as she watched and observed Karla. “This is a bit random but did you know there is a healing spell that is considered black magic just because it’s so rare for a caster to be able to cast it?” She had always found it fascinating that some magics were labeled as bad just because so few could perform it.

Being this close to the book made her rub her hip in memory to the tingling sensation she had felt before. It looked like a ordinary book but under the harmless appearance she could sense something… something that called to a deep part of her that she barely knew. She kept her hands firmly in the pockets of her hoodie however and let Karla work her runes.

“I felt something when the blood glyphs touched the book… nothing strong… like a deep humming within the bones that is comforting… you magic feel like… a zap of electricity, like the air after a thunder and lighting storm…. Energizing…” The red headed witch had a look that spoke volumes. It was strange, the energies of Karla and the book where different...but she had not felt the same tingling on her hip at the girls magic. She pulled up the hem of her shirt to look at the top half of her tattoo and saw that the small flecks of sparkle in the tattoo where dimming, that means that they had been sparking with magic.

“I think it was the book that my tattoo and magic reacted to...like something trying to breach the surface of a still lake… but not able to get there….” HannaBelle rubbed the back of her head, on the inside of her left wrist was a small birthmark, it was shaped like a simple crown… but at the moment it stood out against her pale skin whereas normally it would blend it well. The shape of the crown was familiar to those who knew what to look for.

Thankfully not many knew what to look for nowadays.
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It was well past midnight, the witching hour when HannaBelle walked up to her home, looking over her shoulder she smiled and waved at Karla who had walked her home, the thought brought a blush to the young witches face as she entered the house, it was quite and most of the cats were nowhere to be see.

Creeping up to her room HannaBelle flopped onto her bed, disturbing a grey tabby that had curled up on the purple sheets. “Sorry Ichabod Jr.” The cat huffed and rolled it’s cat eyes before curling up again.

Tomorrow would bring changes to the city that no one would see coming till it was to late. So much Chaos was close to being brought to light.