[ it's the second he says magic that piques her interest. so she isn't the only one who couldn't light a fire with a snap of her fingers, then, the witch thinks to herself. the three questions that come to mind are why, how, and who the hell is it? because she would like her hands on them the ost brutal way possible.

preferably ending with them under her heels. ]

A magician with no magic to show off. Like a rabbit without luck... [ there's a slow shake of her head. ] You're better off arriving somewhere else before the sun sets, if you haven't received the notice yet.

[ as if on que, 8 o'clock comes and there's a click that echoes in the air; the doors are locked. ]