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[color=dimgray]As Manon made her way to the fire, she felt eyes fall upon her. It was to be expected, given the fact she was crowded by an assortment of other witches, but she glanced back, just in case. Seeing no one calling to her, she continued her trek until she reached the fire pit. She smiled at the others surrounding it before she sat down, warming herself. She allowed her mind to wander in this moment. Her thoughts going back to her upbringing.

They rarely threw parties. Celebrations, in her family's opinion, left you open and vulnerable. Distraction was the enemy of preparation. Manon always felt this was silly. Her classmates in school would often have parties, celebrating life and years passing. After a while, Manon stopped getting invited because everyone knew she wouldn't be able to come anyway. And after that same while, Manon stopped expecting invitations, pretending they didn't bother her but feeling remorse all the same. 

Now here she was, in the midst of a party and she was still alone. She didn't know anyone here entirely, but that was her choice. If she was going to be useful, she would have to bridge the gap and make relationships with others. Who knew? Perhaps it would lead to the reading she just had coming true. Wouldn't that be something?

As her thoughts raced, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked over to see one of the other witches she sat next to handing her something. It was a stick that held a piece of bread. Manon graciously accepted it. [color=C284AB]"Oh, thank you."[/color] The other witch nodded her acceptance and left Manon to grill her bread over the fire. It was a small gesture, but one she felt spoke volumes. As her piece grilled, Manon decided, then and there, to make an effort. If this party was any indication, it was that life was meant to be celebrated. Who knew what the next day would bring?[/color]