Vic
Vic had his normal yet small smile on his face. "I was just asking your name so I don't need to keep calling you Young Witch, like when I first meant Dearest Alice." He said in a slightly quiet voice, still smiling. He just loved messing with peoples heads and emotions like people used to do to him. He just took messing with their heads a bit further. "And I am talking to you because, to me, you look slightly younger than the rest of these people that you are with." He said, using his hands to gesture to the rest of the group. "I am Vic by the way." He said with a smile. "I came from up there." He added as he pointed up. "It was all a mistake that I was up there though, I guess." He added again, taking his hood off his head, revealing that all of his hair was a very bright white color that closely resembled the bright icy cold color of snow. "It's a nice night, isn't it?" He said, changing the subject and looking up at the sky. It was getting darker and darker by the minute. You could hardly see the stars thanks to the brightness of the lights. "Oh, how I hate the light." He said quietly to himself. As he said this he touched his silver cross that was hanging around his neck. When he did this it had thundered. It was a warning not to hurt anyone or he'll never be aloud back and he'll lose his wings, even though his wings had turned a very dark black color and the feathers had gone. They sort of resembled those wings of a bat.