Jules' pov
Andrian's witch friend arrived about three minutes ago.
Her name was Raven, and she was as bubbly as she was gorgeous. She was clad in black, with dark makeup and a goth aesthetics.
"This is him, right?" She asked Andrian without bothering to speak to me directly at first and after Andrian confirmed that it was indeed I, she came to stand before me and ruffle my hair.
"Don't touch him, Raven. Personal space, remember?" Andrian called out and reven pulled away, an apologetic look across her face as she shrugged and chuckled softly.
"I completely forgot about that, I got carried away because of how good he looks. He's like… really, really pretty, it's actually insane when you think about it." She exclaimed I and chuckled awkwardly, unsure of what to say in response.
