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Though Maia had always daydreamed about being a witch, realizing she was one was a different animal. Though she hated to admit it, she was much better at being human than being a witch. After many years of the former, she had plenty of practice. Being a witch involved frequently learning her own limits.

Maybe that was why most people assumed she was a charlatan. She didn't necessarily look like a witch. She did wear a decent amount of black, but it seemed like a costume on her. She sighed.

Libraries didn't often carry materials on the occult, but due to the amount of supernaturals in the neighborhood, this one was used to odd requests from the people here. However, their eyes still widened slightly as Maia carried a stack of books that slightly blocked her view. It was a combination of gothic fiction and occult history books (also thought to be fiction).

Maia was not used to this type of thing. She was also a bit of a lightweight, so alcohol usually ended in poor decisions on her part. However, she was having a difficult time making friends. Well, when in Rome. She smiled, holding up her glass. "Cheers!"

Hayun had been called a monster often in her life. Mostly, it was from other humans. Though, usually, they didn't know what she was. It was simply because of her personality. Somehow, that seemed better than this person calling her that because of something she could not change. "Say that to my face again. I dare you."