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[color=F9AD81]☾ Time: Morning, Present Day ✩ Location: Tanner, WA, (Washington Manor --->Coven Household)  ✩ Interaction: No one yet. ☽[/color]
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Yuna couldn't go back to sleep last night, not after her brother suddenly showed up nearly two days behind schedule and in the wee hours of the morning no less. No phone call, no warning, no nothing. After talking for a while, Cai went to sleep in his old childhood bedroom and she went to her desk to do some homework for university. She did this for about an hour or so, completing assignments, studying her materials, and preparing herself for her next class period. It was still night though, with starlight filtering through her windows and reflecting off her spectacles. She took the glasses off, rubbing the bridge of her nose until her eyes suddenly fell on a handful of envelopes sitting on the corner of her desk. 

They looked old, wrapped in golden sleeves, and addressed to her father, who then, passed them on to her. She stared at these envelopes for a moment, sighing deeply, knowingly, tapping her fingers on the wood of the desk. Yuna very much understood why he gave her these envelopes every month and she came to realize how much it displeased her to fulfill them. But alas, she was the perfect daughter after all, and with no slumbering dreams to beckon her, this was as good a time as any to get it over with.

Yuna reached for the envelopes, turning each one over and opening them up with her gilded letter opener. Inside the first envelope was a piece of paper and a photo. She looked at the photo intensely, etching the face of an older gentleman with a toupee deep within the recesses of her mind. Once the image was thoroughly locked in her psyche, she opened up the folded paper to find a name (Harold Galbrath), a birthday (October 27, 1964), and a blood type (O+). The parameters of her magic were clear, but it always amazed her how some people failed to follow even the most basic rules. This patron, however, got it right.

[color=f9ad81]"Harold Galbrath..."[/color] Yuna whispered, letting the name roll off her tongue. She straightened herself and turned the piece of paper over, tapping the tip of her quill pen against her tongue and then dipping it into a small tin of ink. She held the quill over the paper briefly, calling on her magic as it filtered through her body and into her hand. Suddenly, her face went still, her eyes dilated, and she fell into a trance. A magical light glimmered around the quill as a shapeless ghostly creature no bigger than a slice of bread appeared. With full lips and lines for shut eyes, the summoned creature formed two hands. These hands stretched out from its vaporous body and latched onto Yuna's hand. 

Like a puppet, the creature directed the movement of Yuna's hand, creating flourishes and poetry in a handwriting unlike anything that existed in the modern world, though it was beautiful. As Yuna's body wrote, she herself was not conscious during the process, she never was. Her consciousness, in those brief moments, would drift far far away. Only after she wrote the prophetic poem and the Lovely Ghostwriter, as she called it, disappeared, would her consciousness return. Shaking her head, coming back to herself, Yuna looked over the poem she had no recollection or memory of writing. She did, however, learn how to better interpret the poems once they were written. For poor Mr. Galbrath, his immediate future did not bode well.

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At sunrise, Yuna prepared for the meeting at the Coven Household. She followed her normal routine, giving herself additional time to do her hair. When she went into Cai's bedroom to check on him, he was gone; to where, she had no clue. When she called him, he did not pick up, only after the fact remembering that he lost his phone with his luggage at the airport. With no time to go searching for him or to call for a premonition of some sort, Yuna instead looked to the aid of her familiar. With her father off doing CEO things, Yuna cut up some apple slices and munched on them as she exited her home. It only took a second before her familiar appeared before her, its form as a black crow this time around. 

The familiar perched itself on her shoulder and she smiled at it warmly, a smile very few others got to witness.

[color=f9ad81][i]"I imagine Cai is off being impertinent or doing something reckless, don't you? Go find my brother please and report back to me once you do"[/i][/color] she said to it telepathically. The crow nodded and then soared off into the sky, disappearing behind a canopy of trees. Yuna watched closely until it was out of sight and then she proceeded to the Coven Household. 

The building loomed as she approached it, its historic reverence magnificent even now. 

But Yuna was not filled with fresh excitement, none of the novice thrill that some of the others may have experienced. Yuna had always been in Tanner, so there was no sense of a return to the familiar. In any case, Yuna already lived through this moment. She'd seen this very occasion in her dreams. From Victor to Elias to the deadbeat Carlisle to even the new girl Catherine, Yuna had dreamed of this rendezvous weeks ago. So any inkling of interest she may have held had been wasted during slumber. So when she entered the meeting hall where everyone waited (as she had seen in her dreams), Yuna simply gave each of them a demure smile for acknowledgment sake. Then she sat in a chair, crossed her legs, pulled out a mystery novel, and began to read. She tuned out the crosstalk and catch-up of her peers, allowing herself to settle into the peace and quiet of her own little world.