There was an eerie silence that settled over the shelves and glass cases in the steadily growing darkness of her store. The clouds looked dark and bitter, their undersides near black with readiness to pour their contents upon the blustery city. Serafina stood in front of the store front's large window, staring out at the street in front of her as bodies hurried past the glass frame. Her arms were wrapped around her figure, her black sweater tightly hugging her. A soft sigh left her lips and yet those thoughts still weighed heavily upon her all the same. "Let me know if someone comes in." The girl uttered abruptly to a seemingly empty room - except that it was anything but. Two singular souls existed within that very space, even if it was for her eyes alone. The first was a late middle-aged woman, one who had asked nothing of the witch and, in return, had taken to playing some sort of guardian role over her storefront. The second intangible figure was the very ghost of her mentor himself. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed with a disgruntled glimpse across his features - one that Serafina now excelled at ignoring altogether.

The young witch turned on her heels, drifting towards the back of the store where her own makeshift workshop dwelled. Serafina settled on the stool in front of her bench and yet she made no grab to the ingredients jarred and the trinkets that awaited her bespelling. Quite on the contrary, it was a book she grabbed, her slender fingers flipping at the pages to pick up precisely where she left off. "I don't know why you're getting yourself involved in him again. Did last time teach you nothing?" Her mentor declared, leaning against the door frame that separated the store from her workshop. She was silent for a long moment, simply ignoring her mentor before the girl uttered softly, "Apparently last time was your fault...besides, he needs my help." It was pointless, she knew, to argue with him. Her mentor had never been terribly fond of the warlock she'd once loved and though Brennan was back in her life now, it was no longer in quite the same capacity. Why did everything have to be so...messy? A soft sigh left her lips and yet before she could lose herself once again on either her thoughts or those words written on the pages in front of her, a small dingle of the front door near demanded her attention.

"Someone's here! He's a hunter!" The woman by her window shouted, the ghost's voice heard by Serafina alone. A small frown crossed her lips as she slowly let the book close. Had Azrael come to visit her? It seemed...peculiar, particularly for him. Still, it was best that neither he nor any other of his kind saw the spell book she was presently looking into. Blood magic tended to be frowned upon by hunters at large as it was. The ding of the bell at the front case caused her to pause, her eyebrows furrowed. Azrael wouldn't have rung the bell for her and yet, a foreign hunter in her store did not mean good things. Usually, they left the witch to herself, largely thanks, she suspected to Azrael's clandestine efforts to keep her off the radar of any of his kind. A final glance was given towards her workshop before Serafina made her way towards the front. "Yes, I hear you." Serafina grumbled as the fellow tapped the bell again. She paused in the door frame, her stormy gaze briefly glanced over his figure with some vague hint of inquisitiveness. "Is there something I can help you with?" She asked cooly, stepping slowly behind the glass case. Hopefully, this was a visit merely for her wares and yet, with Dark Hunters, a witch can never be too careful.

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