A pathetic little mew at her side drew the witch's gray irises from the seemingly innocent bowl in front of her. A warm smile crossed her features as she reached out one manicured hand, gingerly ruffling the fur of the exotic feline's head. "Hey you." Serafina murmured softly to the cat in a tender glimpse of affection that her 'familiar' alone managed to coax from her. A soft sigh left her lips as her gaze turned slowly back towards the water filled bowl, a large tome open beside it. This...was not working. Maybe her water affinity didn't extend to seeing the other planes of existence like she had hopped. A small frown pulled at the corner of her sweet heart lips, Serafina only just considering giving up her late night workings when a pounding in the front of her store drew the weight of her gaze. The man's voice was muffled, whoever it was, Serafina only barely able to make out what was surely cursing. Her brow furrowed as she turned from her bowl, the Sand Cat beside her hissing in clear discontent at the interruption to their once tranquil peace.

"Go see who it is." She commanded what was seemingly thin air - the specter reclining on the chair in the corner rose with a grumbling only the witch could hear, his steps swift as he closed the distance between the back shop and the front door. For a moment, the man in his intangible figure stood in front of the shop, simply watching the desperate banging on the glass before, impassively, the ghost turned to report back to his mistress. "It's a Were. He's carrying a Warlock. They've never been here before." The man paused, only to add in an afterthought. "The warlock is straddling the boundary." How seemingly cryptic those words were and yet, to Serafina, they made perfect sense, her brow arching with renewed interest. "Hm..." She muttered softly before a soft sigh left her lips. "All right, all right. I'm coming!" Her voice rose in volume, finally letting the man at the front of her shop hear her as the young witch made her way through the door of her workshop and around the corner to the locked glass door. Her fingers moved swiftly to turn the deadbolt, only to pull the door open. She paused on the threshold, her hand placed upon her hip as she stared down at the man on the floor at her feet. "You better have a good reason for bringing me someone nearly dead. My services don't come cheap." The witch commented, her stormy eyes rising towards the blonde who had previously been pounding on her door. "Well you might as well bring him in and tell me what happened." Whether or not she could help, much less wanted to still remained to be seen and yet...Serafina could always be coaxed if the price was right.

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