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   Something did not quite feel right here; for this    instance served with an unspoken trepidation.    Even so, curiosity bested the experiment—and    whilst assistance truly was a necessity, satiating    that curiosity was also a need in turn; and thus    she approached.    ”Sorry—excuse me; can I ask where I am ? I think    I took a wrong turn.”

     ' i do that sometimes, too. ' indeed, his journeys could be the       end-result of unplanned wandering.  not a good thing, per se,       but sometimes it was enjoyable seeing the  new & unfamiliar.       a smile grazes his lips,   perplexed by the stranger.  curiosity,       if it can be any more visible, flares.  

            It’s got to be close to midnight; the moon shines brightly above,             and   Kit’s   tucked   away  under  the  covers,  flipping  through             channels,     searching     for     something    decent   to   watch.             There’s   never   anything   on   at   this   time   of night, besides             infomercials, and The Real Housewives of     …    something, or             other—   she’s settled on a   B-List   comedy   ( with a less than             reputable cast ). It’s entertaining enough. 

                   The empty house is silent, save for the thumping of clothes in                    the dryer,   and the humming of the television,  which is at one                    of it’s lowest volume settings. That’s why she hears the knock                    so clearly;    it startles her,     and she shoots up like she’s just                    seen    ghost.    Peering    towards    the   door,   through   the                    passageway.       She wonders for a moment if she should just                    ignore it—   after   all,   the   only   people   who   knock  at the                    WITCHING  hour  are  psycho  killers hellbent on finishing you                    off.  She thinks to call for Red, but decides against waking the                    sleeping beast— some guard dog.

                          She rises, and makes her way towards the foyer, hesitantly                           reaching for the door,           expecting to see some kind of                           storybook   character   on   the  other  side. She’s  happily                           disappointed. 

       the door swings open, scents of  aged walls from within mixed   with        a nicer scent ( presumably from the woman living there ).    in    unity        they rush out the entryway & blow past him,    perking him    up    as        a result as he takes in the smells. brows arch,  observing the woman        with a visible interest  gleaming in his eyes.  she must be who he felt        strongly for!

       a blink, then two, at her greeting. he shakes his head,   ends   of his        lips curling up,   ' no, that's -- it's not why i'm here! ' he dons a smile,        almost like a child's when   they are armed with pride  in unraveling a          secret no one else on the    playground knows.        ' actually,     i felt        something that prompted me to go here. a witch, aren't you? it looks        like you could use some .. assistance. ' 

       he pauses after drizzling in the hint of the reason for his visit. 

Despite the fear of innocent people possibly getting eating in his neighborhood, Wyatt couldn’t deny the rush he felt, he was probably a bit too excited. 

       only now weariness would set in because it   was    warren's   duty &        privilege to act as protection for wyatt.      if he    gets hurt some way,        failure and  guilt  may   torment him until the end   of his     existence.         ' i should go first, juuuust in case. '     he opens the door,     stepping        outside and glancing around at empty surroundings. mostly empty in        terms of people.  everyone is on edge    about     missing        people constantly mentioned  in   the news,    but it finally seems like        they found a lead to the source. 

       the upturned grin pulled down to a frown. his eyes widened. a piece        of him preferred being met with a stern scolding, but this is irritation        at its core. suppose anyone could be angry if they were the innocent        person pelted.  & startled. 

         she  turned and started walking away from the          stranger before making it seem like she mistakenly           dropped something. bending down, she grabbed a          handful of snow before jumping up and throwing it          like she would a softball at the stranger, hitting him          in the chest. 

That was also why she’d not expected something bad to happen when suddenly something hit the hunter, making her gasp and the precious cofffee was spilled all over the snow. Something cold ran down her neck and she blinked and then slowly turned around.

       the cup spilled its contents onto the white coating, meshing the white        frozen droplets. he saw it, even saw a little steam condense from the        contact of heat with the cold, and his mouth made an o.