The last thing that Serafina had ever contemplated was to mentor another witch down that twisted path of the dark and mystical arts of magic. Her own experience with the man that had all but molded her into the woman and witch she was had been less than stellar. He had been a man short on patience with a particularly high temper. He had demanded perfection and Serafina had routinely fallen short. The last thing she wanted was to put any woman through the trials and tribulations that had come with that transformation into the entirely adept and powerful being she now was. Her insistence that wind was certainly not her element hardly seemed to matter to the young woman as the witch all but insisted that her knowledge of magic alone made her a valuable asset. Frankly, she thought the girl was not giving this mentor thing quite enough consideration! Her stormy gaze shifted towards her boyfriend, his arched brow spoke volumes of just what he thought of the idea and yet, Serafina could hardly help that hint of guilt within her as the young woman admitted that the whole concept of magic was all but foreign territory. A soft sigh left the girl's lips and yet, she couldn't deny that the young newly changed witch was wrong. With her power under control, Dark Hunters like her boyfriend were less prone to striking.

It was, perhaps, the simple fact that Katheryn thought Azrael doubted her that finally prompted the woman to a decision. The vixen was nothing if not determined to show her capabilities. Her stubbornness both her worst and most redeeming quality. "Fine, but only until you can find yourself another mentor." She declared, her lips pressed together in a hard line as if to impress upon the witch that this was most certainly not a forever sort of situation. Her arms crossed over her chest and yet, Serafina was hardly inclined to linger, the cold already nipping through Azrael's shirt and biting at her porcelain flesh. It was, however, Azrael's insistence of just how many alarms Serafina had, however, that prompted a word of indignation on her lips. "Hey! That's not true!" She pouted, even if she was hardly listening terribly to just how her significant other called her new...mentee a 'damn fool'. Thankfully, with Serafina's comment of being cold, the trio were headed off of the dock and towards that beautiful sleek vehicle with it's luxuriously heated seats. That very warmth all but consumed her thoughts as Kathryn inquired just why Azrael had seen fit to let her go. Ah, as if that was not a quandary she understood well. It had plagued Serafina herself after her first encounter with the usually irritated man - and now look at them.

It was almost endearing, however, the response that Azrael provided. He was not the monstrous man that he was so often cast to be and though Serafina said nothing of it, it made her cherish him all the more. Her stormy gaze watched as the man stalked ahead of them, the very sight of the Aston Martin prompted a small simper to tug at the corner of her feminine features. "Thank you." The woman uttered simply as Azrael opened the door for her. She slid into the cold leather of the front seat, only for her gaze to shift to the hesitating witch. That apprehension was altogether fleeting before the woman got into the vehicle behind Serafina. The sports car rumbled to life beneath them before Azrael shifted those air vents towards her, causing that warm air to caress her skin and chase away the chill of the evening. Serafina snuggled back into the leather seat, hardly caring now of how many stops Azrael needed to make. Her head bobbed in silent acceptance as he pulled the vehicle away from the curb. Serafina's gaze shifted towards the woman in the back seat as Azrael inquired after her name. That reluctance to provide her name hardly went unnoticed to the young witch. Peculiar that her newfound student distrusted them so greatly after all but insisting a place within their lives. Her eyebrow rose at the name she was given, curious of it was genuine and yet, she supposed it hardly mattered. "Serafina." She responded simply, hardly bothering with last names.

Serafina's interest in that small talk hardly lingered long, however, before the pair stopped in front of a rather large boat. The Ark. It was near unmistakeable to the witch, even if it had been...what, almost a year since she had been within the depths of that hull. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched Azrael dig through the center console. She said nothing of it, however, hardly concerned for whatever business her boyfriend had here. After all, she hadn't seen her own familiar in...a great amount of time. She watched as Azrael stepped out of the vehicle before Kathyrn's voice pulled her gaze away from the handsome man. Her head bobbed slowly, "Yeah, he is. He grew up in a whole different era and....I guess his expectations are still from that age." Serafina shrugged and yet, it hardly bothered her in the slightest. After all, the young woman herself was known for her less than friendly demeanor. Perhaps it was that which allowed her and Azrael to get along so well? It was definitely a curiosity. Her stormy eyes turned back towards her Hunter as he made his way back towards the car. The witch listened silently as Azrael muttered about Raven's Alpha. Serafina had met the man all of once, albeit at the time he'd been unconscious but he made for absolutely delicious eye-candy. Of course, she had no intention of voicing that thought.

"Maybe he has someone watching over him." Serafina voiced suddenly with a small shrug. After all, if the council was well aware of all the things she did, she suspected her record would be just as filled unless Azrael too did the same. It was a curious thought, her stormy eyes briefly fluttered towards the man. Was his care for her enough to quash his strict observance of the rules? Her irises continued to linger upon her boyfriend as he continued to inform Kathyrn about the Council and the records it kept upon the supernatural species at large. Considering Kathyrn had only just learned of Dark Hunters in general, she was hardly surprised that the girl was ignorant of what the council is. "The Dark Hunters are all overseen by the Council. They tell them who to hunt and keep track of all the supernaturals in the city. Azrael is apart of the Council." It was, admittedly, as much as Serafina knew of the organization, having never been outside of the country before to know of just how much more extensive the Council was.

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