It’s a cloudy day, the sun hardly having had shone its bright being to the world the entire day, even now, late into the evening.

You slowly walk down the side walk, then turn to the High Warlock’s residence in Brooklyn, raising your fist to knock on the door.

Yet, before you could even knock, the door swings open.

There stands the High Warlock, Magnus Bane, with glittery, bold makeup adorning his features. As if he had sensed you approaching his home before you even knock.

His hair is sleek black, and spiked up slightly, his attire consisting of a blazingly red blouse-like top, and black slacks with a black, dazzled belt.

The usual Magnus outfit.

“I don’t remember inviting you here…Who are you again?”