[center][h1][color=DA6BE5]Mira Andrul[/color][/h1][/center]
[center]Human / 26 / Female
[b]Location:[/b] Great Room
Tag: [@ThisIsFine][/center]

It was rare that Mira regretted asking a question, but just this once, she felt a pang of guilt.  She had known Ismael was older than most of the coven, but she never knew he'd been the familiar of the woman who began it all.  "She sounds incredible," Mira answered, her cheerful tone now one of somber respect.  She gazed up at the portrait once again, a newfound appreciation for the woman within her, and gave a humble bow of her head.  "I know this may not mean much coming from me, but I think she'd be proud of what you've done for us all so far."  She turned her smile back to Ismael.  "Even I know we'd fall apart without you."

Deciding she'd probably touched on this sore subject enough, she resumed her cleaning route through the room, carefully beating dust from the curtains and straining on her tiptoes to reach the higher places.  She could have asked Sterling's aid, of course, but given the events of the day, it was probably best to leave the witches to their work and to focus on her own.  After this room, she had only a few more to go before the first floor was done.  After that would be the second, which - as always - filled her with a giddy excitement.  The rooms upstairs were all enchanted in some way, which meant cleaning them was always a memorable experience.  Of course, "memorable" included the few times she'd nearly been seriously injured and/or cursed by her own carelessness.  A tea party with cursed dolls?  Delightful!  A swarm of books trying to beat her senseless?  Not so much.

"Ah, that reminds me," she said, nearly through with the Grand Room.  "I intend to step out during today's class and do some shopping.  Do you need anything while I'm gone?  I'll have the food ready before I go, of course."  The handy thing about serving witches was that she rarely actually had to cook the food herself.  It was something of an unofficial rule that witches should be able to magic their food to their desired tastes, so all she really did was set up individual plates and trays.  She'd tried to cook with magic fire herself a few times, but as ever, she never managed even a spark.  Sadness.