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[SUP][SUB][H3]Ember Grove Mall[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]Morning, 11:00 a.m. | [@FunnyGuy] (Mentioned)[/color][/sup][/INDENT]

Astraea spent more time at the bookstore than she had intended. Originally she was only to purchase [u]ONE[/u] book. However, as she approached the cashier she noted with a begrudging euphoria that she had ended up with five separate novels.

[color=7bcdc8]"Damn my addiction."[/color] She murmured under her breath. This wasn't the first time that she had overspent her budget on literature. It was a weekly event. A love/hate relationship of sorts. She hated the fact that she had spent more than she planned but absolutely adored the thought of spending the next few days reading new stories.

After paying the outrageous fee of $102.72, she exited the bookshop and continued pursuing her errands. The next stop was the pet store to get Jinx's cat food.
She gracefully weaved and dodged around excited teenagers, happy seniors, and unenthused parents. Without thinking, she took a moment to close her eyes and lean forward opening her bag slightly. Astraea had a habit of smelling new books every chance she could get. It was one of the many small joys in her very long life. Inhaling deeply, she continued her walk as if in her own little world.

[i][color=7bcdc8]Almost done. I just need to-[/color][/i]

[b][u][i]SMACK![/i][/u][/b]

Her thoughts were immediately interrupted as she bumped into an unlucky pedestrian standing in her wake. In shock, her eyelids flung open only to see that her new treasures were skidding about the area in a flourish of papers.

[color=7bcdc8]"I. Am. So. Sorry!"[/color] She gasped, the apology escaping her lips before crouching down to collect her belongings. It didn't help that they were standing right in the middle of the food court, one of the busiest areas in the mall. With a wince, she watched as unsuspecting patrons stepped on her novels. Creasing and staining the new covers with their muddy, wet shoes. Surely a result of the storm that had been brewing outside.

A crimson blush slowly crept across her face as she reached for the battered copy. 
[color=7bcdc8]"How embarrassing."[/color] She whispered.

[i][color=7bcdc8]This. This is EXACTLY why I don't leave the house.[/color][/i] She thought numbly.

It was then that Astraea realized that she immediately dove for the books without checking on the person who suffered her clumsiness. Did they fall over? Sprain their ankle?
Her gaze snapped up, urgent to assess the damage she may have caused. Upon eye contact, her pupils dilated ever so slightly. The person that she had run into was very handsome. He was extremely tall, defined by a lean muscular frame. His coal-black hair was short, albeit a little shaggy around the collar. However, it wasn't his beauty that had stunned Astraea... it was his eyes.

They were a silver-gray with a hint of something... other. Even though it was daytime and the mall was bright with light, his eyes seemed to have an otherworldly glow. Like moonlight.
It was well-known in the supernatural world that werewolves could sniff each other out. Not only their own kind but other entities as well; vampires, witches, etc. Their innate sense of smell was a key tool in identifying the magical beings that roamed the globe.

Witches were a different story. There is a phrase that describes the eyes as being "windows of the soul." Witches and Warlocks, in this case, had a sixth sense so to speak. Looking into someone else's eyes gave these beings clues as to who they were as a person. Their emotions, their insecurities. Mainly their personality, but on rare occasions so much more.

This strangers eyes looked... cold. Angry. Vengeful.
Hardstone on such a youthful face. A mask to hide his true nature from the public.

[color=7bcdc8]"I'm... I'm sorry.."[/color] Astraea croaked feeling all possible vocalizations die on her lips. 
She apologized for so much more than her clumsiness. She apologized for whatever made the man in front of her this spiteful. The kind witch could not help but fall victim to her own empathy.