[center] [color=silver][h3]~Celia Mockett~[/h3][/color]
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Celia followed along quietly, not entirely keen on making much conversation as usual. She was honestly more interested in that visitor they were getting. She was curious as to who it could have been. Likely another witch that would be tiring to deal with, but she wanted to know anyways. Well, she could always find out after this little quest. Would be easy enough to deal with whatever it was they were sent to kill. She cast her eyes to the ground, watching her feet move herself forward with about as much haste as she could muster from them. She didn't like fighting for a plethora of reasons, namely of which was simply because she was admittedly lazy. Of course, there were others but Nymphadora interrupted her thoughts with a rather annoying question before she had time to dwell on it.

[color=silver]"...not all that good with magic."[/color] Celia replied as her eyes moved from the ground to Nymphadora, unblinkingly staring at the other witch. It seemed Nymphadora didn't know about the...other thing, either. Well that was fine. She didn't need to know and it'd be tiring to explain. [color=silver]"Blood magic...a little, but nothing flashy. It's tiring. Don't worry, I can manage...have for the past seven years...sorta, heh."[/color] She yawned again, stretching her arms as if preparing for some workout. If pressed, Nymphadora wouldn't get anything else out of Celia regarding any sort of capabilities she had. It'd be much easier to show them anyways.