"I am Jacqueline by dz'e way. Jacqueline Lavaeu-Ayers. My friends call me, Jacq The girl said holding out her hand. She was definitely friendly. The only one that actually greeted him. The others seemed more inclined to just walk away with their nose stuck up in the air. He wondered if they were either stuck up snobs or just shy. The latter seemed doubtful.
"Lazarus. Lazarus De Foreza. Just call me Laz." He told her, accepting her handshake. Something finally ticked on why she sounded a bit familiar. The name Lavaeu. That name may have been common on hundred and eighty years ago, but now there was only one woman who used it. The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, Marie Lavaeu. Besides the coven they were at, Lavaeu controlled half of New Orleans territory, since the war that is.
"By Lavaeu, you don't have any relation to Marie by chance?" He asked her. He doubted that the infamous Fiona Good would allow a relative of her sworn enemy to stay in her coven.