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[color=#CCCCFF]Location:[/color] The Entrance of Haven 
[color=#CCCCFF]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[color=#CCCCFF]Skills:[/color] N/A
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After being reassure by her roommate that her outfit was fine, Willow dismissed Luna, as she had a feeling her familiar might be overwhelmed by the club atmosphere of the party. She had never been to this kind of party herself before, and she didn't want poor Luna to end up overstimulated. Also she remembered the [i]last[/i] time Luna had gotten into too much alcohol, and it had not ended well. (Though to be fair, her Tia's moonshine probably was not for anyone other than her Tia. That had been an accident on her Tia's part, leaving it out where Luna had gotten into it.)

She did need some guidance from her roommates to Haven, and saying hello to Alfonse, she was at the entrance to Haven. She just wished she could see [i]more[/i] of it. Glimpses, glimmers were coming to her, from past, present, and future, but it was a jumble. Sometimes that's how it was, especially without Luna to guide her, but she had to risk it. 

She [i]did[/i] recognize voices around her and smiled as she heard two of her coven mates talking, and mingling. Her roommate Connie had taken off, which was fine, presumably to meet her friends. But in that moment, she felt... lost. Where was she to go? Who was she to talk to? Her roommates? Her coven mates? Well, the two that were sociable at least, right? 

She decided to head the direction of Cassie and Cal's voice and took a few steps in that direction and ended up stumbling into a suit of armor, falling against it and causing a clattering sound and hitting her head against its held weapon. [color=#CCCCFF]"Ouch..."[/color]