There was a reason why werewolves and shifters work as minions. They needed magic for protection. I smirk the three on the floor. I really like being a witch.
I turn to look at the girl and the human boy both just stood there with their mouths open. My blood didn't have that much of a scent because mother and father were from different clans that's how aunt Selene explain it too me.
"Hi beautiful, my name's Gene. What's yours?"
From playing with Diana gang, I knew I needed someone to teach me the ropes. It'd be a mess if I was to figure it out my self. I wasn't very smart socially.
"I'm Diana."
There was a long paused.
Her name made me not want to be friends with her. I like my cousin. Well, I sort of like my cousin. Not so much most of the time I don't really know my cousin. She doesn't play with me.
"The human is my brother, Sam. Mother's firstborn. She hadn't met father yet."
It was sort of typical. Most male immortal usually had a child or two out of a mating. This one, however, was not well provided for by any standard.
"Human Mother?"I asked confused,
Diana was quite after that so I didn't ask any more questions. I was the same if people ask me about mom and dad. I really did not want to talk about it.
Looking at the three on the floor. I wave my hands again. It was just a small trick. I know I should have done it at school. My aunts would not be impress. Good witch don't use their magic for other people or do other things without benifits. Aunt Belladona said that magic was a tool to get more magic so I could live a happy life, not a tool to bring me more trouble.