Dahlia let out a soft sigh as a note burned in her hand before falling undamaged and neat at Derek's feet. 'Dear Mr.Hale, This is me making you aware that you have a witch in your town... Oh A suggestion, cover mirrors, don't let water pool, and do not have crystals in your home... They make it easy for mystics to scry on you. -purple dahlia'
--- Derek didn't like the scent of fire. He didn't like to see fire, touch fire, nor wanted to have it anywhere near his new loft. The alpha took a step back, instantly taking a defense posture in.
But then the note dropped without the flicker of flames and he picked it up, eyes scanning it quickly. His face darkened when he had taken it all in. Okay then. It wasn't like he had appreciated to have access to running water and a bathtub for once. Oh- and a bathroom without broken walls. But he wasn't stupid enough to ignore the warning either. "And why would that witch be after me?" Maybe they were territorial, but- The whole occurence was strange.
