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[hr][center][h1][color=aquamarine]Veronica Edwards ~ The Portraitist[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

The mansion came into view against the dimming afternoon sky. In just a few hours, night would settle over the city, bringing its seething underbelly to the surface. It would signal the start of another hunt, the enemy embodying said corruption, moving in ever-increasing numbers. This hunt, however, would be different. This time, the witches of London wouldn't work alone.

Said witches followed Veronica's brisk steps along the path, towards a pair of elaborate gates. Stopping outside them, Veronica turned towards the group, looking over them with eyes as impassive as her stiff-backed posture. Unofficial and secret as the organisation was, she had to come across as nothing less than professional. [color=aquamarine]"This,"[/color] she explained, [color=aquamarine]"is to be our headquarters. Our host will be greeting us shortly, and once you've all introduced yourselves, I'll explain tonight's mission."[/color] Her voice, although soft, carried and air of respectability.

[color=paleturquoise][i]"And then,"[/i][/color] a voice chirped inside her head, [color=paleturquoise][i]"it'll be time to see for ourselves what we're all capable of together!"[/i][/color] Although the pixie remained in stationary hairpin form, she seemed to buzz with energy. [color=paleturquoise][i]"Good work Vee, keep on with it!"[/i][/color]

Lowering her head, Veronica replied in her mind. [color=aquamarine][i]"First things first. But I won't let you down, Claria. I won't."[/i][/color]

A butler approached, giving a courteous bow as he greeted them and opened the gates. Returning the bow, Veronica followed him along the pathway, into the estate. There, a sumptuous living room awaited the magical girls, mahogany sofas and chairs arranged around a table. A maid smiled at the group, placing a tea tray on the surface and setting out cups. [color=lemonchiffon]"Welcome, do make yourselves comfortable,"[/color] she said, gesturing to the seating area. 

[color=aquamarine]"Thank you,"[/color] Veronica replied, settling into a chair as she waited. While she herself wasn't one for small talk, this would give the group a chance to relax and mingle before official introductions began.

[hr][center][h1][color=mediumorchid]Lucilla Crawford ~ Ignis Fatuus[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

Peering out of the window, Lucilla watched the other magical girls approach. Mixed feelings danced through her - that knee-jerk wariness of strangers, and relief at belonging to a group once again. That was, if she truly did. If they didn't find out about her recent past, and if they all got along in any case. 

Figures grew clearer as they neared. The leader, the formal-looking strawberry blonde - she had to be the girl Sophia had mentioned, Veronica. The founder of the coven. The coven... It still felt surreal, but she already knew life could be unpredictable, for better or for worse.

[color=plum]"Please tell me they're here! I'm booooored!"[/color] Wisp moaned, flitting around in a corner like a butterfly in a jar. [color=plum]"I want to meet everyone!"[/color]

Lucilla chuckled. [color=mediumorchid]"Now, now, a little patience."[/color] Her eyes shifted from the pixie to the window. [color=mediumorchid]"Besides, looks like the wait's over."[/color] She smoothed out her shirt, tugging at it. She had yet to get used to wearing clothes that fit once again, and to social gatherings. As Wisp whirled around in excitement, leaving trails of purple mist, Lucilla listened to the creaking doors and footsteps that backed up her words.

[color=mediumorchid]"Now to see if things are less chaotic than usual,"[/color] she murmured, heading towards the landing as Wisp settled into ring form on her finger, [color=mediumorchid]"or even more so."[/color] With that, she made her way down the stairs, to the new team she'd be working with.