[center][h1][color=DA6BE5]Mira Andrul[/color][/h1][/center]
[center]Human / 26 / Female
[b]Location:[/b] Kitchen[/center]

Those who asked the red-haired young woman where she was going, she'd tell them she was off to work.  If anyone asked who she worked for, she answered that she was a private contractor.  And if anyone asked why she was headed for a public landmark that served as little more than a weathered decoration, she simply told them she'd been hired by the city.  She even had official papers to prove it!  ...Or, well, papers that [i]looked[/i] official.  As long as no one looked too closely.

It was the same song and dance as ever, yet Mira found she never really got tired of it.  It was fun, knowing a secret that the majority of the world never would!  And even if she wasn't truly a part of it all herself, Mira still enjoyed watching the coven grow and change.  Well, okay, only some parts changed.  The older witches still didn't like her being there, even though her parents were full-blooded members.  She didn't let it get to her, though.  In her eyes, her humanity was an asset, something she could use to walk right through a group of hunters without them being able to do a thing.

Stepping into the mansion and closing the painfully creaky door behind her, Mira gave a big stretch and shook off her autumn coat.  She liked to keep her outfits as varied as possible, but the old lavender coat was her favorite.  Underneath, she wore a lovely semi-formal red blouse and black skirt.  Normally she dressed down a bit for cleaning, but today was a class for the younger witches, so she tried to look professional for them.  Plus, the elders had kind of insisted, saying they didn't want her "infecting the young ones with mortal apathy".  With a grin, she wondered if there was a spell that could actually do that.

Regardless, she had cleaning to do and supplies to gather for the classroom, and she wouldn't accomplish either by standing here.  So, off she went!  The supplies were kept in the pantry, out of the way and conveniently located next to the food she'd be cooking later that day.  While it was technically true that no one had made her the official maid of the mansion, she got a lot less attention from the elders when she made herself useful like this.  Besides, it gave her an excuse to peek in on the world of witchcraft and mystery, so she saw it as a fair deal!

Stepping into the kitchen, she quickly made her way toward the pantry door... only to freeze in place and turn toward the most unexpected sight of a witch she hadn't seen before.  She knew he was a witch right away; the one ability her diluted blood offered her was a finely hones sixth sense.  She could tell a witch by sight alone, even if she couldn't sense anything else about them.  "Oh!  Good morning!" she offered with a bright smile and a polite bow.  "I'm Mira.  Lest you worry, I'm an ally.  I don't think we've met before, though!  Are you a new member?  Or an old member, perhaps?"  Immortality made it so hard to tell who was actually older than her sometimes.