Nocturne was much stronger than she looked. Despite her frail appearance, she caught the newcomer with ease - and held on, too, not letting her go. “Oh, really? You’re welcome, Miss Helicopter.” 

Helicopter? Well, in a brilliant moment of word association, she had decided that if she herself was a landing pad, this new person had to be an airplane or something similar. 

“Do you swim?”

“I feel like I should be glad I’m not the shortest anymore.”

“She’s an arrogant embarrassing weak excuse for a witch.”

“She’s a little big-headed, but I wouldn’t necessarily call her weak. She’s the head of the Fortune Family for a reason.”

She had to admit, it was ironic for a witch of the ice variety to have such a fiery temper. But did they really have to point it out?!