[center][h1][color=2B5BAB]۞ NOAH ۞[/color][/h1][/center]

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[sub]Friday 6th February
6:20 AM[/sub]
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[center]While there had been a hint of doubt when she initially got the summons, the fact that Noah wasn't the only one who had shown up as if guided by forces beyond their control or understanding was a good omen. In this life, one got used to listening to omens even if it came with the risk of assuming anything coincidental was the universe trying to impart its vague wisdom. Noah couldn't help but to look towards the others who had arrived; if she was going to be in a Coven with these individuals then at the very least she needed to see what they'd be working with. Of course, it wasn't lost on her that the others arrived by introducing themselves and Noah...hadn't. Not in the traditional sense, anyway, but her accent and the swagger she carried herself with had to count for something more than just a simple name. 

Off the rip the Irish witch couldn't help but to flicker a smirk as she looked in quick, unbiased fashion. There were guys amongst the gathered, or at least male-presenting; who was she to assume. Noah had known many witches, some within her own family, that would find the idea of men calling themselves witches or as part of a Coven to be an affront to the art of magic. True believers, true old assholes who probably still saw the world through the lens of when burning women at the stake was seen as an acceptable punishment. Noah, of course, had no qualms about who was part of this uprising of a Coven, so long as they all shared the same goals.

At a glance, the one who introduced himself as Soren seemed the odd one out to Noah, only because of the way he seemed to...stammer on the introduction. Like someone giving a school report but they hate speaking in front of people. But Noah knew enough of the world not to simply judge someone based on that; they were all here for a reason, brought here, recruited by the Bird Woman, and in her experience it was the nervous ones that surprised people. 

As Noah entered the manor properly, she naturally gravitated towards the nearest wall as Juniper closed the front door and began the preparation of tea and pastry. It was against this wall, under a portrait or painting that Noah didn't concern herself with, that the blue-haired witch leaned against, arms crossed and attitude radiating equal parts confidence and the radiant aura of someone who seemed like they didn't want to entertain people walking up to her and making conversation about the weather or whatever passed for light, slightly awkward small talk. It was during this posting up that Noah's eyes noticed another pair staring at her.

It wasn't the first time she'd had eyes on her, though in her experiences most of the time when people glanced at her from across the room it was in a pub and they were working up the courage to buy her a drink or to wonder if they had the courage to ask to take the night somewhere where the music didn't completely suck. That wasn't what this was, if only because there weren't any drinks to be purchased. That didn't stop Noah from meeting the stare, smiling, winking, and then taking a moment before the realization crept in on slightly widened eyes and a single nod to the one who had introduced herself as Wren. 

Noah, it seemed, was not the only Hedge Witch in this Coven. A worry she didn't even realize she had until now, as it vanished as easily as a breath. 

[color=2B5BAB]"If it's cool or whatever, I'll take residence in the basement."[/color] Noah stood off the wall as the raven, Aislinn was the name apparently, which Noah felt was apt given the Gaelic roots and Noah's own understanding of the language of her ancestors, fluttered and flapped those wings upstairs. [color=2B5BAB]"Not that I'm lookin' a bedroom in the mouth or nothin', but I like it damp and dark."[/color] Noah was used to sleeping in places where the only warmth was a ratty blanket and the only light was either natural sun (when it wasn't overcast, of course) or, more often than not, candlelit. As a child, the basement had been something of a sanctuary for her until she reached an age where her mother insisted that 'Devlin women do not make habitat in areas rife with squalor'. 

As impressive as this manor was, Noah couldn't help but be reminded of the life she so proudly left behind. Places that had a foyer, a smoking room, chandeliers, tables long enough to make conversation impossible unless you were all at one end of it. Status. It didn't feel [i]right[/i] for Noah to sleep in a nice bed in a nice room in a nice manor. The others might think she was crazy, but they could look in a mirror and say the same thing. They'd have to be a little crazy to be part of this Coven. But crazy was good. Crazy changed the world. 

[color=2B5BAB]"Plus that way if I get any visitors knockin' at m'door in the wee hours o'the nigh', I'll know they got somethin' important to say."[/color] Noah slung her bag over her shoulder and acknowledged the other witches with a two finger, index and middle, salute and headed in the opposite direction from them. Towards the basement. [color=2B5BAB]"Cute pet, by the way."[/color] Noah's back called to the McKinley pair. [color=2B5BAB]"Hob or jill?"[/color] She did not wait for an answer. 


Noah had only managed to place her bag on the floor in the basement before she turned her gaze back up the stairs she had descended. Not even enough time to get her bearings, to find the best place to set up a mattress or to hang up a poster or two. There was another Hedge Witch in the house...she could handle this one, right? Could the others feel the presence? Noah had to assume they could, but being able to feel the presence and being able to do anything about it were two different things. Like the Earth Witch had said...the basement had a weird energy. Noah thrived in places like that precisely because she could do more than rub her arms and get a shiver up the spine. 

And she couldn't just not do anything now. Not when she wanted to belong to this Coven. 

Back up the stairs she went, her steps heavy as she stomped back towards the main floor. The smell of tea and pastry tickled her nose but that's all they did. [color=2B5BAB]"You felt it too, yeah? You and I got shit to talk about I guess."[/color] Noah called towards the one who preferred to go by Wren, turning her head from the stairs towards the front door.

[color=2B5BAB]"You ain't here for the tea, are you?"[/color] Noah's voice was aimed towards the front door. Something was here. [i]Someone[/i]. The question was if they were invited or not. [color=2B5BAB]"Guess it's not just the basement that's got weird energy."[/color][/center]