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Soren smiled when Juniper put her hand on his shoulder. He swallowed and nodded. [color=darkviolet]“Thank you. That means a lot.”[/color]

As others moved past him, Soren looked at them for the first time. Different personalities, different vibes. What struck him the most was the other boys… other men… that were present. Just unapologetically existing in the coven. He hadn’t realized until now how his grandmother’s beliefs had stayed with him. That he was an irregularity. That he didn’t belong. Seeing them here, existing unapologetically as witches, made him think that maybe his grandmother was wrong. He eased a little.

He cleared his throat gently and stepped further inside, adjusting the strap of his satchel. [color=darkviolet]“I don’t have a room preference, whatever’s free is fine. I’m not particular.”[/color] He said, glancing toward Juniper before looking back at the others. [color=darkviolet]“If anyone needs help carrying things upstairs, or unpacking safely…”[/color] His fingers glowed with white Light Magika for a moment. [color=darkviolet]“…or if you’re feeling lightheaded after travel, I can help with that too.”[/color] A small self conscious smile followed. [color=darkviolet]“I promise I’m more useful than I look.”[/color]