Agnes, a 15 year old newly-graduated witch on which she aced so hard that people began to speculate whether she actually finished it or not, due to, well, her young age. A beautiful girl with massive potential, what she lacks is a master as a novice witch. How tragic.

It was late at night as Agnes was sitting in the corner of a tavern of a quiet little town on which she happened to traverse in her travels, whining and drinking a bottle of apple juice to herself. She continues to sulk to herself, overthinking about the consequences of not having a master

"My, at this rate I'll never become a full-fledged witch... maybe I should just give up... ugh, how dreadful." she murmurs, as she places a hand over her forehead and shakes her head