There was more than one reason why those wee hours in the night were called 'witching hour'. Those few moments held more power for their kind, those spells more potent, the potions more intense, the powers more haphazard. Usually, those ghosts were kept at bay from the young woman by the man who so often occupied her bed. It was as if those otherworldly powers understood that Azrael's entire existence was meant to eradicate them, prompting a safe distance and a blissful sleep for the witch. It had been a wonderful discovery, the first time she'd awoken from an uninterrupted sleep for months. She kept silent about that very gift the Dark Hunter unknowingly bestowed upon her, after all, to admit to him the benefit of his presence every night required her to not only admit the nature of her affinity, but too, the way she had almost come to rely on him. She knew, the moment she'd awoken to loud banging within her townhome, that Azrael had not come home last night, even before she rolled over to see the empty side of her bed. A soft sigh left her lips before the young woman pulled herself from the warmth of her covers.

Her fingers reached out to the puffed up kitten that had taken residence on Azrael's pillow, her fingers gingerly rubbed against the cat's head, reassuring him lest he started producing sand in the curious fashion he had started to of late. It took her a moment to dress herself, even though it was little more than black pajama pants and a shirt Azrael had left behind in her closet. With a yawn on her lips, Serafina made her way downstairs, pausing at the bottom step only to watch the ghastly figure in her kitchen as he pulled everything from her cupboards, leaving glasses shattered in his wake, boxes of food and ingredients spread across her floor, and pots and pans stacked precariously high in the middle of her kitchen. She definitely hadn't gotten enough sleep for something like this. Now that it had begun, it was almost a blessing that Azrael wasn't home. The last thing she needed was him as terrified of her kitchen as he was of her coat rack. An exasperated sigh left her lips as Serafina's shoulders hunched. It was time to start her second 'job'.....yay.....

It wasn't until several hours later that Serafina finally found herself making that trek home from the western part of town. The ghost's unfinished business had resulted in dragging her halfway across town to profess his love for some married woman, the very sort of couple who had been less than pleased to have a guest at five in the morning. Frankly, she couldn't blame them, she was less than pleased to be there too. Her ballet slippers shuffled on the street as she pulled her jacket closer to her frame. It was cold this early in the morning, her own element entirely at fault, she was sure. Her stormy grey eyes turned to her right, glancing at the water that she walked alongside. She could feel that element, it was, after all, apart of her as much as she was of it. A small frown crossed her features at that sudden shift within her oceans, one that she could not only see but feel. Those waves seemed all the larger at that moment, as if affected by some supernatural power interfering with the natural ebb and flow of her oceans. Her lips pressed together in a small frown as she turned the corner, her eyes settling on her Dark Hunter and a witch - the very same one, she was guessing, that was affecting Serafina's element. The wind, after all, was far stronger than usual and that gust was so intimately tied with the oceans as it was. Great. Just great.

She closed the distance between the pair, just in time to see the poor girl attempt to run only to get tripped up in her own feet, that wind practically howling with her fear. Running from her Azrael was useless, Serafina knew this with a hint of pride and yet, she was also easily aware that it seemed the poor girl had little control of her affinity. After all, her own element of water tended to twist with Serafina's moods. She paused, her hands settled on her hips. "YOU...." She declared, certain that her voice alone would quickly ensnare her boyfriend's immediate attention. "...were supposed to be in bed hours ago. And what? I find you out here hitting on another witch?! Is having one not enough for you?" Her arms crossed over her chest, as she eyed Azrael, with a hint of disgruntlement, even though Serafina hardly believed her own words. It was painfully clear what was going on here and yet, she enjoyed prodding at the uptight demeanor of her Hunter. After all, she was grumpy at him for spending his time out here with that girl instead of in Serafina's bed. She could have had a much better evening had he been where he was supposed to be.

It was the very agitation of those crashing waves against the dock that caused the girl to pause in her scowl, her stormy-grey eyes glanced towards her oceans. "You're clearly new at this whole witch thing. You need to calm down, the winds are reacting to your emotions." She commented, her voice rising over the very gales she spoke of as she eyed the witch on the floor. "Wind can be dangerous if not handled with care and when they are dangerous, it makes you dangerous and when you're dangerous...." She gestured lightly to her own boyfriend, as if it was obvious what happened next. Really, she'd think whoever had given her the gift of magic would have told her as much. Serafina's own mentor was nothing short of abusive but, at the very least he'd kept her alive. She supposed she had to give him that much.

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