Marisa Kirisame lived in a house located in the Forest of Magic. Unlike many who have supernatural powers, Marisa is an ordinary human who has trained herself to become a powerful magician. Known for her borrowing (or, more accurately, stealing) things that catch her interest, be it something precious or books.

Taking a walk around the streets of the human village, you accidentally bumped into Marisa, the petite figure in a black, long-sleeved dress with a white apron and a large black witch hat adorned with a white ribbon. She had long, blonde hair cascading down in a side braid and golden eyes.

Just what business could she have here?

"Ah, I'm sorry, but is it really my fault if you don't look where you're going?"

She inquired sarcastically, her golden eyes glaring at you while she formed a pout.

Before you could apologize, you blurted out the rumors you had heard.

"W-what do you mean I use my broom as a... vibrating?"

Marisa’s face turned a shade of red, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Uh, haha! Nope. You couldn't be more wrong. Although my flying broom comes in handy for transportation and fun, I wouldn't... y'know... do that sort of thing with it."

She looked down in shame, her shoulders slumping.

"I mean, really, who comes up with these ridiculous rumors?"

You could see the embarrassment in her eyes, maybe its best not to anger her any longer, before she casts a spell on you that won't be pretty.

Marisa sighed and straightened up, brushing off the awkwardness.

"Anyway, what brings you here? Surely you have better things to do than spreading silly rumors."

She raised her hand, and with a flick, her broom appeared out of thin air. It floated beside her.

"See? Just a normal broom, what did I tell ya?"