[b]Sunday Morning - Breakfast[/b]

Sloan was still a bit tired, but she managed to get to the front of breakfast line before any of the other inmates. She ignored the scoffs from some of the women behind her, annoyed that she had taken their usual spot in the line. The food they served was well prepared and surprisingly good, but Sloan didn't see a reason to become hostile over it, especially when everyone would be served eventually. Perhaps because fish tasted the same to her at every temperature, she never cared where she was in the line. It was just mere coincidence that today, Sloan was first. 

A goblin wearing a hair net walked up behind the cafeteria serving table and picked up two sealed aluminum cans with a small cat on it. Sloan took the cans and studied the writing, as she always did, just to make sure it was the right kind of fish. [b]"Move it, Tuna breath! I could have eaten twice already with how long you've been standing there!"[/b] An ogre woman grunted directly from behind Sloan. The green slob was close enough to get an eyeful of claws, but not today... [i]Not today.[/i] Licking her lips and twitching her ears, Sloan slowly turned around to face the towering ball of filth. They made direct eye contact, neither of them backing down. Sloan mumbled several incoherent words, a language unknown to those outside of her coven. As she spoke, The ogre's tough exterior began to crumble not long before she was screaming at the top of her lungs and falling to her knees, pulling at her hair as if there were something hiding in it. Sloan lowered her gaze to look at the woman on the floor, her expression unmoved. The Ogre scratched at it's green skin, begging someone to make it stop. The guards stood in the place around the cafeteria and ignored the mad creature on the floor, no blood was spilled and whatever Sloan had done would wear off in time; They knew that. 

With her two cans of food stacked on her plate, she stepped over the crying ogre and sat at a table in the corner farthest from the line. It was dark and quiet, just the way she liked it. Normally she would sit with the other Witches, but none of the tables had filled up yet and she wasn't going to wait on anyone. Smiling, she traced a circle along the rim of the can with her middle claw and peeled the top off. Her tail waved happily behind her as she stabbed at her food with a spork and shoveled the fish into her mouth. It would have been easier to just turn into a cat and eat, but Sloan enjoyed doing things like a human.