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Aurelia E. Castillo

I'm a witch, not a bitch.

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a character in “The Silas Witches”, as played by nations

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[ i'm a witch, not a bitch. ]
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── age ( twenty ) × gender ( female ) × species ( witch ) ──
B A S I C S
Nicknames ─ None outside of her family sphere. She doesn't like them since
they usually stem from the mispronounciation of her name here in the US
Sexuality ─ Heterosexual
Faceclaim ─ Tashi Rodriguez



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A P P E A R A N C E
Height ─ An average 5'4"
Weight ─ 121 lbs
Physical Appearance ─ Aurelia has naturally bronze-toned skin, which becomes slightly darker during the warmer months, and dark hazel eyes. She has dark brown hair that appears black from a distance, and normally leave it to air dry and to set in loose and often frizzy curls that reach down to the top of her shoulders. Sometimes, she uses a flat iron, but whenever she wants it straight she tries to get Keratin so that it remains straight for more than one wash. Although her body is fairly thin and curvy around the hips, it is definitely not the most toned considering that she does not like to exercise a lot.
Attire ─ Aurelia usually wears jeans with some sort of flowy top or long dresses. Her clothes are usually naturals or pastels. She is not particularly fond of layering clothes, which is one reason why she hates winter so much, or anything that makes her feel constricted. One thing that is certain though is that Aurelia will not allow herself to be seen in public badly dressed.
Accessories ─ Despite hating layering her clothes, Aurelia is heavy on nature-inspired accessories. Her jewelry is often large and colorful, bringing brightness to her aura and outfit. From peacock winged earrings to wooden bracelets, she is never seen with bare arms, neck, or ears.
Tatoos, piercings, etc. ─ Aurelia isn't allowed to have tattoos. She does have several piercings in her ears. She also has a faint scar on her left leg that she got from an accident.



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Brief Description ─ There has always been a great misconception of witches. Society sees them as evil humans who seek to do evil through the use of dark magic. This dark side consists of a small minority of people that diverge from the true meaning of witchcraft (witches dislike them). In reality, witches only seek to create a stronger connection with nature. The stronger the connection that a witch has with nature, the more powers she will have because the spirit of the world will always be close to her and work in her favor. The strong connection with nature is one of the reasons why witches during the witch hunt could create invisible havens-- nature worked to hide these places from the naked human eye. Although some people are born with an enhanced nature towards witchcraft, anyone can become a witch with the right guidance.
Powers ─ Witches do have what are considered supernatural powers but many of these powers. Many of these powers require the use of potions or spells since only they help concentrate magic and only very strong witches can take magic directly out of nature. Many times, the extensive use of potions and spells in one place can concentrate magic into specific places, which is why magic runs through the walls of Silas. Aurelia has memorized an extensive list of potions and spells but does have resources at hand that contains an extensive list. She keeps it a secret, obviously, and makes sure that no one ever gets their hands on it. In particular, Aurelia loves potions and spells that have to do with plants.




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Personality ─ Overall, Aurelia is a sweet person. Although she is not always smiling and laughing, her face usually does not indicate signs of anger that would make her unapproachable. Aurelia is friendly with everyone and she is the motherly one in her small group of friends. She is not a particularly hostile person, but she does aim to be the best in everything academically so she will do everything needed in order to be where she needs to be. This dedication often does come out as her trying to be a teacher's pet to some people, but she really tries not to pay attention. The self-esteem that is tied to her grades is usually stronger than her worries about people saying that. They could say worse things, after all.

Even though Aurelia always speaks up and volunteers in class, she is not the type of person that hangs around large social groups by choice because, being an introvert, Aurelia often feels depleted of energy after spending time with a lot of people, even if she did have a good time. This means that she will avoid a lot of parties and weekend getaways since she prefers to save her energy for her magic, which she must often practice during the night, and her academics.

Aurelia is afraid of many things. Although she can walk through the woods at night in order to practice her magic without fear, she cannot sit through a horror movie that deals with spirits or the supernatural. This is due to her knowing that there is great power that can be harvested from the earth but not knowing what could threaten the balance and purity that makes magic healing and good.




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H I S T O R Y
Aurelia was raised in a house full of women, and witches at that-- her mother, her grandmother, and her aunt.

Aurelia, daughter of Rosalina and Ricardo Castillo, was born in San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica where she lived for her first two years. Due to a tragic accident, her father died and Aurelia's mother packed her bags and returned to her hometown, Curridabat, moving back into the house where her mother and her unmarried sister lived. The family on the side of Rosalina was economically stable and part of the city's upper class, meaning that Aurelia grew up with a lot of the luxuries that most families couldn't afford such as yearly trips to the United States and Europe and American Barbie dolls, which to a young girl were very important to have if she wished to impress her friends.

Amelia was and still is pampered by the three women, although they have always also expected a lot from her, from her etiquette to her education. For example, they always expected her to be a good student, and while learning has always been a natural passion for Aurelia, this expectation created conflict within Aurelia for she often finds herself connecting her own self-worth to the grades she earns.

Aurelia obtained her education from one of the best private schools in Costa Rica. Her education consisted of both secular and religious teaching, meaning that Aurelia did grow up as a Catholic. While she continues to practice it today, Aurelia now describes her connection with God more as spiritual than religious.

Despite her Catholic roots, witchcraft was always present in her life. Although her mother had decided to not teach her witchcraft while out in San Jose, much to the dislike of Aurelia's grandmother, since Aurelia's father never knew that Rosalina's family had a witch lineage, back at Aurelia's grandmother's house there was no need for Aurelia to hide that part of herself in her own home. Often, Aurelia would feel like she was a terrible Catholic because she was a witch, or a terrible witch because she was a Catholic. Her aunt soothed this fear, stating that both things sought inner balance and peace. If a person's connection to God and nature did not feel as pure as it could be, although it would never be fully pure, then he or she wasn't truly connected to God and nature.

So, as the years went by, Aurelia went through dual education, that of her home and that of school. Aurelia and her family were close-knit with a group of witches within Curridabat, but Aurelia always wanted to meet more witches. So, when she was fifteen, she went on the internet and googled "witches". It was then when she found out what the world thought of witches. Aurelia had always been taught to keep her witch side secret from everyone else and while she had been told that it was because some people feared what they didn't understand, she had never imagined it to be like this. The books, movies, articles that she read on witches and witchcraft scared her and, again, Aurelia found herself afraid of who she was.

Seeing a change in her granddaughter that scared her, Aurelia's grandmother began to teach Aurelia about the history of witches and about some of the groups they knew around the world. Aurelia learned about the secret havens and that a few remained. More importantly, she learned about Silas and how, despite not being run by witches anymore, it was a monument of the power and strength of people like her. From that day, Aurelia made one of her goals in life to study in Silas University.

And so she did. When she was seventeen, Aurelia applied and got accepted into the university. She still had to wait a whole year to start, so she took this opportunity to travel the world with her mother.

It was very difficult for Aurelia to move away from the house, the people, and the city she was raised in when the time came. It was something she had to do though and does not regret her decision at all. Aurelia still practices witchcraft, although she takes great care not to be caught doing it. A lot of the times, she does go into the woods so that she can be alone, away from the rest of the people, and in the presence of nature. Living in Silas has helped with her and she has noticed that making channeling powers is easier with the magic that already flows in the area.

So begins...

Aurelia E. Castillo's Story

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The day was warm and a nice breeze was blowing, scattering papers and making the leaves in the trees dance with subtle movements. In a green area of the campus, where several trees had been planted and some benches had been placed, there were several people scattered on the grass. Some sat in small circles, conversing with their groups, while others sat on the grass, sleeping or working on their computers.

With her back against the grass, Aurelia sat under the nice shade of a large tree. Her hair was sprawled all over the ground and her long dress was hiked up to her knees. She held out her hands, holding up a book that she was reading. To most, this was one of the most uncomfortable positions to read, but it was as comfortable as it could get for Aurelia, even though she has had books falling on her face more times than she would like to admit. Currently, she was taking advantage of her day off, having skipped a heavier lunch and opted out for a salad so that she could come out here to read. She had been extremely busy the last few weeks and had been forced to put her personal reading aside, but she had finally managed to put a large chunk of time aside to enjoy her latest discovery.

The book was a few decades old and the pages were beginning to turn yellow and its cover was the kind engraved with shiny gold paint. Aurelia's aunt had sent it to her last month. Although normally those kinds of gifts would have something to do with witchcraft and their covers would be skillfully replaced with newer covers and obscure book titles, this one was a normal novel. A little magical realism with women as protagonists that her aunt had read and enjoyed. Aurelia was almost a quarter in, her eyes scanning over the familiar words. She came to the end of the page and turned the page to the other side.

From there, a piece of paper fell. Her eyes closed as the paper hit her face before falling down to the grass. Frowning, Aurelia sat up and grabbed it. Thinking it was a message or letter from her aunt, Aurelia promptly unfolded it. The message was simple, written in a handwriting that she was not familiar with. It was messy and almost illegible.

"What?" Aurelia murmured, turning the piece around to see if there was a message on the back. Nothing. Looking back at the message again. Familiar with the woods, she mapped them in her mind nd realized that the directions led to a place in the woods that she frequented and she immediately felt her heartbeat rise. Her aunt couldn't -well, wouldn't- have put this here since there would be no reason. Had someone followed her one of these nights and seen her? Or maybe found her books? Aurelia did her best to keep everything well hidden and did her best to make sure that no one followed her since the thought of being caught terrified her. You never knew who would catch you and what they could do.

Biting her lip, she folded the piece of paper and placed it back in the book. She looked around, a worried expression placed on her face, before packing her things up and throwing her backpack against her shoulder. She needed make a call.

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If there was one thing that really bothered Quincy, it was grading his Latin I class' tests. His morning was filled of miss spelled words, and incomplete thoughts. "These kids are gonna kill me." he thought to himself as he finished the final test. He didn't normally teach such a low level class, for this reason but with Professor Tinsly out on Maternity the department was short staffed in filled her classes. He was disrupted around eleven when he herd a knock on his door. "Come in..." he chimed and looked up just as the door opened.

"Professor Cromwell?" a skinny brunette entered the office, with two very large books nestled in her arms. "Do you have a minute?"

"Of course Miss Almodavar come in." Quincy spoke and silently put away the tests.

Amata Almodavar, was one of Quincy's best students and one of the few students who was majoring in pure Phonetics in the whole University. She was a very smart, very passionate, and very influenced student. Quincy was even considering hiring the senior as his aid. Would get him out of having to grade Freshman's miss spellings of cat, and dog in the correct pretense.

Professor, I'm having trouble with my project." Amata spoke.

"What kind of trouble?" he asked knowing her project was on the Derivative slang of the Latin Empire and how it shaped our views on the accent culture. This narrator will not bore you with the trifles of a young student having trouble with her final project and the agony of having only a few more months till graduation. So Quincy helped his young charge, without realizing he was running late for his first class. Lucky his classroom was only across the hallway from his office and he stride into the dreaded Latin I class, and spoke in a loud booming voice.

"Salve genus, da veniam transitus mora terrerentur, sed quod valde dolendum tibi non est impossibile aliquid pingendo recte probat ex ultima septimana erit usque ad proximum septimana."

A hush fell over the classroom, as the piddle of pencil scratches etched in their pads the translation. Quincy moved to the board and wrote a few vowels down before turning around and saying once more. "Now who here thinks they know what I just said?" he smiled, as whispers filled the room and a single hand raised up in a sea of blinking eyes.

"Yes?" he called on the anonymous arm, and they surprised him it was quite nice and a silent reminder why he taught students. 12:15 passed, class was over and Quincy was ready for lunch. The Cafeteria food on campus wasn't really Quincy's forte lucky a Starbucks opened up only a short walk from main campus, of course he would have to go through the back campus to get there but that wasn't any problem.

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Despite the darkness that enveloped her, Aurelia felt comfortable walking through the thick forest, her hands brushing aside the branches and twigs that she saw in front of her. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but she always put some drops that allowed her to see better in the dark, drops that had been gifted to her by her aunt when she learned that Aurelia practiced magic and rituals alone in the forest at night.

There was no set path created on the thick underbrush for her to follow, but all of her nights walking the same path had left some evidence that only a trained eye could see were there and could distinguish from animals like broken twigs on the ground. Aurelia always put her hair up in a ponytail, but every so often, a stand of black hair was left caught on branches. It was things like these that were left behind in her path since she went as far as hiding her footsteps with magic so that they did not leave steps on the wet ground. She told her aunt all of this during their phone call.

Aurelia was glad to have called her aunt instead of her mother of grandmother because, although the middle-aged lady had let out a terrified fit in the beginning, she had calmed down and talked about the letter with her niece. In the end, they had decided that Aurelia should go while her aunt prayed back at home.

Despite this, Aurelia couldn't help but be scared. Tonight, she had looked over her shoulder more than she ever had.She had even put her cloak down so that it wouldn't obstruct her sight or hearing, and she gripped her knife tightly, ready to fight even though she had no experience. She finally arrived at where the letter had said to go. Staying hidden in the shadows, she looked out at the clearing in the forest. There was a platform made of stone in the shape of a circle with raised about a foot from the ground. Unlike normal nights, there was a fire burning, a fire that emerged from the middle of the platform and no visible source of wood underneath. Aurelia frowned and looked around, staying hidden in order to wait and see if anyone else would come, or if anyone was waiting for her.

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Ok, so she was having second thoughts. So what? She was still gonna go, of that she'd made up her mind. But she was afraid. Not of the woods...exactly...honestly she didn't know what it was she afraid of. It couldn't be that in some part of her she was afraid that if she went to the forest that her recurring dream would come true. That was a preposterous notion. Maybe she was just afraid to go because it was a forest after all, a dark forest at that. It made perfect sense to have some trepidation about going there.

These were her thoughts as she realized she hadn't touched her dinner. She wasn't very hungry. She needed all of this settled. Decided, she scooted her chair back, standing and putting her dinner in the fridge. Maybe after all this was settled she'd have an appetite. She was halfway out the door when her phone started ringing. It was Scott. She answered, clenching her phone between her jaw and her shoulder as she locked her door behind her.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, I was just wondering what you were doing tonight."

"Well," she started but paused just after. If she told him there's no doubt he would want to accompany her. Part of her wanted to tell him, wanted him to come with her, but she knew that she wouldn't be truly facing her fears if she brought someone else. She had to do this herself, alone.

"Naomi?"

"Yeah, I'm here, sorry. I'm going to be pretty busy tonight. Did you want to make plans?"

"Don't worry about it. Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it's just I have a lot of homework. I can't fall behind. I'm sorry."

"No worries, I'll see you then. Love you."

"Love you more."

"Love you most." They said simultaneously.

"Bye." She said, laughing and hanging up. She felt a slight pang of guilt. Maybe she should have told him, but she was sparing him some worry.

In her car it didn't take long to arrive on the outskirts of the forest. She parked her car on the side of the road, swinging her purse over her shoulder. She entered the forest. She was only a couple steps in when a gust of wind seemed to rush past her, sending a chill down her spine. This is ridiculous, she thought. She was grossly overreacting. She cleared her throat, a general prerequisite to her attempting to clear her head. She continued, crunching leaves underfoot with each step. At one point she thought she spotted a broken branch before her at about the level of her neck, but she lost track of it then couldn't seem to find it again. She continued on, walking straight forward for what felt like about ten minutes before she reached what she believed to be the center of the forest. She was shocked by what she saw. A raised circular stone in the center of a clearing, a fire burning in the center. God, this was strange. Her heart rate accelerated despite her attempts to calm herself. There had to be an explanation for this. She took a couple of steps backwards, keeping her eyes on the stone altar. She startled when she ran into a tree branch, stumbling a bit and falling down. She caught herself roughly. Just above her...was that. She sat up. It was. She spotted a bit of black hair stuck to the branch that she had run into. Someone else had been here. Or was still here. She was officially starting to panic. She began to fumble inside her purse when her phone began to ring again. Her hands shaking she retrieved her phone. It was her counselor.

"Hello, Dr. Jeffords?"

"Hello, Miss King. Was I wrong in assuming you wanted to move your session to tonight? I never recieved a reply to my email so I assumed tonight was doable for you. Are you running late?"

"I-I never got an email from you. I recieved y-your note. On your desk?" Naomi glanced around the clearing, checking for any signs of someone's presence.

"Note? Miss King, I left no note. I-" His voice started cutting out. "had come up-la-r session. Is every-ight?"

"Dr. Jeffords? Dr. Jeffords?" She looked at her phone, next to no signal.

"Miss-"

Her service cut out completely.

"Shit!" Her hands shaking, she fumbled for her pepper spray in her bag."

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Q U I N C Y
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"Feles matertera" One of Quincy's students spoke, which made the teacher cringe. Quinn vigorously rubbed his temples, the boys pronunciation was of sounding more Celtic then anything which in it's self was quite impressive but not in a Latin class. His confidence was severely lacking, and to make matters worse (or hilarious) Quincy really doubted his Aunt was in fact a cat as he stated.

"Et?" He spoke and shook his head, "never mind, never mind, next" he pointed to the next student to speak.

She spoke in a soft errie voce, that pieced though the classroom like a rusty knife. However no one was dis-alarmed by her speech.
"Luna in sanguinem potestate magna venit. Et in occursum ejus super ripam pythonissam de silva. Fatum tuum expectat!"

(Translation: The blood moon will come great power. You shall meet the witch on the edge of the forest. Your destiny awaits!)


"Quid est? Quod, fata loquentur?"

The girl looked puzzled at him, "Um.. Professor Cromwell did I not say it right?" she asked rereading the passage in the book. "My Aunt's cat caught a rat."

"Captus cat mus mi Aunts" another girl spoke.

"What? yes, sorry you did well Miss LeBeau. Class dismissed!" he grumbled, looking at his watch it was nealy nine O'clock. It looked like he wasn't gonna be going home tonight considering it took him a hour to get home, and he had to be back on campus first thing to discus next years budget. Yeah, the nice comfy bed would be empty once again, and he would be spending te night on the lumpy pull out in his office.

He packed up his things, and headed back to his office as he though about what that girl said. his destiny, the blood moon, a witch? what the hell did any of that mean? He tossed and turned on the pull out trying to put the thought far out of his mind, but it was useless, the voice was stuck there. "Fuck it!" he grunted and slid out of bed pulling on his jeans. 'I'm not gonna ge an once of sleep until I find out what the hell is going on' he thought as he slid his cell into his pocket and grabbed his keys.

The Quad was quite tonight, a few kids running around smoking what he hoped was cigarettes and two boys playing volleyball in the dark. "Stupid!" he grunted as he made his way into the forest. He knew the forest pretty well, from all his early morning jogs to starbucks just on the other end but even he had never been in these woods this late at night.

Nearly an hour of wandering randomly though the forest, he came across a light. 'Thank God, people" he though as he entered the clearing. He didn't see anyone however, just a platform and some rocks. It was the rocks that caught his eye, and he rushed to them with great haste. 'Damn, Celtic runes here in Massachusetts." he thought. Any type of rune was rare, but in the Western Hemisphere it was more common to find Native American pictographs then full on Celtic runes laying about. Some one had to have placed these here recently, but why?

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Kareem had never dared to follow a spirit but here he was, blindly swatting away branches, and following a translucent figure through the darkness. He was glad that he chose to wear a hoodie, even though it wasn't necessarily cold, because otherwise, Kareem was sure that he would've ended up with more scratches than he could've explained. To have said that he took a walk or jog in the woods was far too uncharacteristic for him and would certainly bring about in a conversation. Plus, the last thing he needed was to get cut and risk an infection.

Shaking his head, he pushed those rather useless thoughts away. They kept his mind from fleeting towards the worst scenarios but, if he was honest with himself, he needed to think about the worst scenario. And how to get out. Not that he would know which way to go, even if he had a map and it was broad daylight. He just wasn't made for this.

He was trying to be as quiet as possible by not stepping on any fallen branches, but it was hard when he had to keep his eyes up and his limited visibility, even with the bright full moon shining through the canopy of the forest. Suddenly, the figure in front of him disappeared and Kareem mumbled out a scared, "What the hell?"

His eyes turned every direction, trying to make out the spirit once again, but he didn't see anything that resembled the white light. His heart began to pound hard when he saw a dark silhouette not too far. He heard some talking, but he could barely make it out. It sounded like the voice of a woman, but it could always be a spirit talking. He wasn't consoled by the fact that it did not shine; he had only seen a black spirit once or twice before in his life and they did not mean well. But his mind turned back to the note he received earlier. He couldn't ignore them anymore.

So, with that in mind, he began to walk towards the figure, his hands shaking. When he was close enough, he was about to say something, but he took a wrong step and his left foot got caught on a root. His body fell forward, his hands reaching out, ready to pass through and hit the ground. To his relief, Kareem hit a solid body and was able to catch some balance, his hand reaching to the arm to try to and prevent the other from falling back.

"S-sorry. I didn't mean to hit--" He began to stutter, but he stopped. What was someone else doing out here? Had they been the one to send the note?




It didn't take long for Aurelia to see a man come into the clearing. It took her a moment to be able to see the face but even then, Aurelia didn't realize that the man that had come was a teacher here at the institution. He did appear familiar but, considering that they had never had a class and were in different departments, Aurelia couldn't put a name to the face.

Her grip on the knife tightened and her jaw clenched. A small part of her told Aurelia to remain there in the darkness. Maybe he had company and the best thing to do was get out of there. Despite having magic, she wasn't sure it would do her any good if she had to defend herself; Aurelia didn't exactly specialize in defense since it deviated more from the nature-focused magic that was mostly studied by witches. It had been centuries since they had to fight darkness, after all, and those things had been put outside for more... pacifist spells and potions.

Aurelia felt her body jump when she heard something in the distance. It was voices and her eyes closed tight in fear. Was she being surrounded? The note had been messy, but it hadn't been necessarily threatening. Maybe she wasn't the only one. Her eyes looked over her shoulder but, due to the distance, she couldn't spot anything.

So, with a deep breath, Aurelia emerged from the shadows and into the light of the burning fire. She hadn't been able to hear him, but he had mentioned something with... "R-runes?"

Those were her first words. Her voice was slightly shaky and she looked at the man from the other side of the fire. "How do you know what they are? Who are you?"

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"What?" Quincy sprung around hearing a voice behind him. "Who am I? Who are you?" he asked looking at the mysterious figure standing by the fire. They looked like a student, or young enough to be one anyway but why were they out here in the dead of night alone. "All students should be in there dorm rooms at this hour." he remarked pulling a notebook and pen from his pocket looking like he was around to take down her name. She must be responsible for this, occultist activity on school grounds. Grant it he wasn't really sure what this all meant, but considering there wasn't a school adviser anywhere nearby he was sure they didn't have school permission.

"Now the Dean of Students is defiantly going to hear about this trust me!" he said and started jolting down a few things in the notebook, pulling out his phone and snapping a few pictures as well. "What kind of cult is this anyway?" he muttered to himself and walked closer to the girl. "Kid, your in a world of trouble i'm guessing you guys just wanted to come out here in the woods by yourself and get drunk right?" he asked, "found some cool looking rocks decided to play cultist, right?" he chuckled. "All fun and games right?" he stopped and looked around, "That's saying your not alone here right?"

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At first, Aurelia was slightly confused at the man's words, but then she quickly realized that this wasn't just a stranger... it was a professor. For a moment, she watched frozen where she was as the dark-haired person took out something and started to jot things down. What the hell does he think he is doing?

It was when he took out the phone that Aurelia's dark eyes opened wide and she was snapped back into consciousness. Cult? she thought, taking a step back as he approached her. She should have never come here; she had been lured into a trap like she had feared, and a taint in her record and a possible investigation was the last thing she needed. She already felt the hot tears burning at the back of her eyes and the fire beside her burning her skin even though she wasn't touching it.

Aurelia was about to turn around and run, but she couldn't. As he asked his final question, the girl finally reacted and reached out with a swift movement and snapped the phone out of the man's hand, taking a few steps back in order to create distance between them. "Look, I don't know what's going on," she quickly said in what appeared to be an angry voice, but her body was shaking under the dark robe. "But don't come any closer until I know what the hell is going on-- I'm armed and I know how to use it," she said, holding up her knife ever so slightly so the man knew that she wasn't bluffing about having something to defend herself with. She didn't know if it had been him that sent the letter, after all.

What is going on? she screamed in her mind, I'm threatening a professor, dammit!

Before she could say anything else, the fire beside them expanded in a burst of light and heat, sending a wave of energy that hit the two people near it. An exclamation left Aurelia's lips as she was thrown back by the force. During that same moment of the energy, the fire appeared to reach out and take the phone as well as the paper that Quincy had written down notes on. Now on the ground, Aurelia exclaimed in pain and dropped the knife as she felt the hand that had previously held the phone burned with heat.

"Wh-what is going on," Aurelia whimpered under her breath as she looked up, her eyes searching for the man. The fire... it seemed to be alive. This must be magic, but who was doing it?

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Character Portrait: Aurelia E. Castillo Character Portrait: Quincy Cromwell

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"what the hell." is all Quincy exclaimed as the flames took his notepad from his hands. fuck, he retorted in his head. The flames had caused him to fall backwards onto the ground, into the bushes. His head knocking hard agent the rune covered rock. the last thing he saw before passing out was the flames spinning around him.

Quincy was sure he was dead, all he could see was darkness around him with a single spot of light illuminating from the beyond. What is it they always say? don't go near the light, well it was pretty tempting. In the cold darkness to just inch closer to the warm light. As he tried to approach it he felt something pulling him back, back into the darkness he tried to scream but nothing came out. 'What in hell was going on!' he thought as he heard voices echoing from behind him, vile evil voices speaking in tongs. He tried to run, but they kept following and the light still seemed not to get any closer.

He let out a Giant "Help! the Darkness, it's coming..." unannounced to him speaking these words to the girl.