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It was almost a convenience to find herself in a place that was, most definitely not her humble and closed doors of her happy confinement; her laboratory. The art of potionry manipulated into the mundane world into that of chemistry. Those elegantly manicured digits twitched, folding into small fists upon her tabletop. Eventually the grand woman stood to her feet, dark suede heels clicking against the marble flooring of her own office before she exited the room.

With a dark jacket that hugged her petite frame; locks that curled upon her sides and swayed in the movement of her own footsteps. She was, elegant by all means. Dressed in the top class of all things that were fashionable. Though no smile lingered upon those features, the brightness of her own visage revealed elsewise. Kindness was an adjective misplaced upon her skin. She was a bitter woman with no desire to appear as happy and as jolly as the season foretold. She was, quite the opposite.

Now the elevator she now stood in, brought her to the ground floor; the ding alerted her attention yet she made no visible notice of the notice. Walking outwards and paying no attention to the employees' who's heads now bowed in sequence. But alas, as she stepped out through those doors did the rest of the building rejoice. The foul witch had finally disappeared, and peace was now restored. At least, until a new day.

Snow crunched beneath the footing of the woman in question. Snow and grime that clung to boots that were perhaps as expensive as her entire attire in question. Now entering into the sleek black car that waited for her and drove as soon as her form was situated and seated in such away that car drove calmly without a single hair upon the hood of her jacket twitch.

Moments after, the witch raised a leather gloved hand, halting the car soon after. "Stop here, I have to make a visit." 

West of the Moon. 

A store that was, perhaps in all her manner unfamiliar and strangely open. Opening the door with a push of a button, the fashionable witch stepped outside her confinement once more and out into the open world of the cold. A shiver ran up the woman's spine as palm pressed against the glass of the door and pushed open the door of the bookstore. Though the shopkeeper was momentarily absent from their throne of a post -- and she was free to wander about the store. For now.

A villain with a tongue, or a fickle human with the guise of a  masked individual. Well, with your last friend, I've already stated I have no time for your petty games. { -- a quiet snort of disapproval as oxygen halted between her own lungs. It was evident that she did not enjoy the mocking tone of the stranger she now came face to face to } Your neck, I'd say. Come closer and let my lovely tendrils lock upon your throat, child. For you, silence is all the more reasonable of an answer to my ears. Move along now, I don't have time for your redundant games. I have many things to do, and no time for your childish woes to be impressed upon my existence.

With all unpleasantries aside, the female arched an elegantly curved arch, lips parting breifly as a sound of disgust nearly slipped through artfully glossed tiers. Impatience; bless the forsaken adjective for it described the woman's entire brilliance in a single word. Undoubtably, delicate palms pressed together and curved beneath her chin. Head rested upon the very slender bridge in undeniable reluctance -- for her response was poised and momentary; disregarding all reason to even attempt to answer the question.

Alas the woman finally chose words to speak, inhaling air as those lips parted once more -- words now forming and sound released. "Destroying foul mouthed creatures as yourself." Quiet as the threat was; such hinderance in retaliation to a reply that had yet to be truly given. Amidst all reason to be playful in such a moment -- she was, evidently calculating. "Now must you be such a tedious instrument in my desire to complete my tasks in which your infernal behaviour must be disregarded; I have no desire to stand in the presence of an infernal machine that will do me no use in the near future. Please move your disgusting self away from my eyes, or else I will truly destroy you and your distasteful guise." A scoff as those hands now pulled away from her chin, leaning forward to grasp the inanimate object in her hands and crushing the very robotic creature against the surface of her metallic desk. The said bot, shattered as the pressure exerted against it's fragile surface.

Cassandra stared at the broken pieces that were now scattered before her. A pause as she considered the event before brushing the palm of her hand with the digits of the other; moving in quick sweeping motions before finally clutching the same hand. "I am never in a good mood. Oh well."