Cassandra sat bolt upright when Sister Deborah started her speech. She knew exactly what this meant. After going through the usual motions, and a moment of silence for those who had passed, the coven's leader got to the point that the cursewright had been waiting for: listing the names of the new witches and telling them to meet for the ritual. With a grin on her face, she headed straight for the house, almost feeling light enough to fly. Almost- she'd leave the aerobatics to Dakota.

A few of the other witchlings were already there, and Cassandra caught sight of Iris. The other girl had been interested in golems lately; taking the phrase 'making new friends' a little too literally for her taste, but to each their own. She gave Iris a curt but friendly nod. [color=DCDCDC]"So, who's the buddy you've got over there, Iris? Somebody new?"[/color]