Jenna heard a door open and ran to it, "Yes, it was me. My name's Jenna Fray, this is Andrew Pentaghast and that was Louisa Pentaghast..."
"She succumbs to the bloodlust, unlike myself." Andrew interrupted Jenna, who gave him a look of annoyance. "We're vampires and Jenna here is our little witch."
"Are you alright?" Jenna asked as they descended the stairs, but Emerald seemed to ignore her and went on to express her concern about the house. "That can be fixed no problem." Jenna waved her hand and the room repaired itself, Jenna had seen it a thousand times so it didn't bother her and so she stepped in front of Emerald. "Are you hurt at all?"
As the trio stood in the living room, three people entered through the newly repaired front door. "Jenna!" Exclaimed the eldest of them as she ran over to her and wrapped her arms around her.
"Mother, Father." Andrew acknowledged before walking towards the door, as to return home. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jenna. Nice to meet you, Emerald." The corner of Jenna's lips tugged up as Andrew mentioned tomorrow.
"So you are the witch?" Betty asked, extending her hand for Emerald to shake. "I am Elizabeth Beauchamp, the resident Oracle and protector of Grimsby. This, as I'm sure you know, is Jenna Fray, my granddaughter, a powerful psychic like the rest of us Beauchamp witches, although she did get some necromancy from her father, only the soul summoning and possession though, none of that ugly business."