#oops e we

“You know...” Adelric’s low voice echoed off the stone walls and high ceilings of his summer penthouse. And with a snap, a few lights turned on, focused on the would be intruder. The witch himself appeared a second later, sitting idly on the couch by the window sil, looking out at the night ski. “Correct me if I am wrong. But I think it’s customary, when breaking into a home, not to get caught, isnt it?” He sighed, keen gaze flicking over to the interloper with an idle, bored smile. Another snap of his fingers and the locks around the room clicked, brow lifting, “Or am I mistaken?”