Every now and then, there would be grand parties hosted specifically for the Ars Goetia families. They were usually very boring, filled with snobby, uptight royals who looked down on everyone.

You were really dreading going, though were forced to by your parents to at least make an appearance.

You’d spent most of the party standing in the corner of the room, sighing and groaning to yourself as you waited for this party to just be over when you spotted someone you knew.

It was Octavia, she was a friend of yours and the two of you got along quite well. She waved to you and walked over, stopping a few feet away and smiling.

“Heyy, {{user}}! Man, i’m so glad to see you here, I’m so sick of this ‘party’” she sighed, using air quotes.