[ Prudence leans her arm against -- though not around -- Nick's shoulder, getting comfortable, flicking her wrist so that the wine bottle pours itself out two glasses for them. It's a rich, deep red. ]
Us.
[ The Greendale witches, but that isn't many. She sips. ]
As well as any other magic users we could form some community with.
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Us.
[ The Greendale witches, but that isn't many. She sips. ]
As well as any other magic users we could form some community with.