kissing death and loosing my breath

It was true that the young witch had spent a considerable amount of time contemplating the wolverine's existence within her life, especially considering the unique bond that they now shared. Their relationship was so different to those which Serafina had read about. The wolf was hardly the insubstantial creature that spirit familiars often consisted of. She was vastly more intelligent then a simple flesh and blood thing. And she was by far more absent the either. Of course, it was to be expected. After all the female was a were. She likely had a human life of her own - a boyfriend, a home, a job...a social life. The prospect of which was enough to cause a soft breath of air to leave the girl's lips. She hardly knew what it was like to have those things. A job was the only thing Serafina had ever really had. Her home was her prison. Boys were out of the question and friends? Well...they were nonexistent, much less a social life. In fact, the wolf probably had better things to do then to fret over Serafina and her magical conundrums. It seemed as if she wasn't the only one contemplating their possible future together either. Her head tilted ever so slightly in the direction of the wolf, even though the voice was purely within her own mind. After a moment she gave the smallest of shrugs, "I don't think anyone can help me with that." She muttered softly beneath her breath.

She knew all too well that her magical capabilities were certainly left wanting. It was a fact that her teacher constantly reminded her of. Or...rather...he had. Now he was dead so...she guessed she probably wouldn't have to deal with that anymore. It was curious, thinking of how everything would change now and quite on cue the girl pulled up to the now empty house, eying the facade of the town home. She shook her head, her comment of the fence intended for no one but herself. It was just another indication of how much things were going to change. Of how much they already had. Despite the way her world had quite literally just been obliterated over the previous few hours, there was a certain sort of comfort that came to stepping into that quiet town house, one that originated simply with the fact that she still had a home to go back to. She navigated the upscale, compact home with ease, skipping steps even as she made it towards the familiar room that had always belong to her. It was surprisingly empty, considering that she was a young woman. Everything was meticulously put away, what little there even was to put away. Despite the years she'd spent under her mentor's watchful eye, part of Serafina still lived like the orphan she had been.

She hardly hesitated to make her way to her bed, depositing her shoes and clothes upon the floor to be bothered with the next day. Instead, the girl slid between the sheets, nestling beneath the comforter and smelling the safety of the only home she'd ever known. It was only in this moment that she could really reassure herself that everything would be okay. The voice within her head was the only thing that interrupted her, sending her gaze downward towards the lupine at the foot of her bed. A soft snort left her nose at the woman's words but, for once, Serafina didn't feel the need to offer the retort that crossed her mind. Instead, the witch merely rolled over, putting her back towards the door and the wolf as she buried her head into her pillow, sighing softly before drifting off to sleep.