Cassandra hummed quietly, sitting on the edge of the dock, peering into the water. A small, purple flame held in her palm. She was a Child Of Hecate, a witch, as many called her. Keeping to herself the majority of the time.

Her hair, long and black, dangled into the water, dampening the tips. Hearing footsteps, she gasped, turning around.

"Oh, hello..." Her voice was soft, she wasn't very good in social situations...