She's on her way to the school to see about employment, a little nervous to be honest and lacking any kind of resume or know how about what she's doing. She's never had to really work before - the jobs she had maintained in school mainly revolved around pouring people drinks or putting away library books, and they had taken her on because they were desperate and she was a happy, pretty face. This is different.

It's on her way there that she spots the little cat lurking around the streets, crossing between people's legs with eyes that look all too human. She's been watching Moira perfect this charm since they were kids, and she grins, running over to crouch down and scritch the little thing behind the ears.

"You were always so cute like this," she says quietly. She's always been a little jealous of the things Moira can do, the way she works magic so easily, like she was born to.