[center][h1][color=6A5ACD]Hazel Fay Lovelace[/color][/h1][/center]

Hazel was wondering through the castle, her mind drifting from thing to thing. [color=6A5ACD]“It’s nice here, isn’t dog?”[/color] The fluffy, black creature barked in what sounded like agreement. They had been together since she first made the decision that she wasn’t going to have any more limitations. She was Hazel’s only companion for quite a while until she stumbled upon the coven. 

The coven was something that Hazel had definitely needed; she was left wondering by herself practicing her power on the hunters she ran into. The witch had become stronger, no doubt, within her time at the coven but she felt she could be stronger. There was always room to improve and there was no doubt that a small part of her was holding her back. 

After a bit of wondering she walked into a room and sat in a chair a bit absentmindedly. [color=6A5ACD]“Oh, I didn’t realize you were here, Lorelai. Do you mind if I sit here and think about things? I won’t bother you, unless you want to talk of course,”[/color] Hazel babbled, feeling the need to make it clear that she didn’t mean to bother Lorelai. 

Hazel had a respect for all of her sisters in the coven, but found Lorelai interesting. They both had been raised with a knowledge of magic, but other than that had nothing in common that she could think of. Hazel had been born to a mother who was a weakling and not at all powerful, nor did her mother wish to become more powerful or give Hazel that opportunity. Lorelai, on the other hand, had tutors that taught her and Hazel envied that just a little.