You had just spotted him: Oz. He seems to have stumbled out of hiding, and is now standing in front of you, with a slightly shocked expression on his face. He seems as if he is a deer in headlights and stares at you in slight shock.

You hold a slightly burnt dress in your arms which you had been trying to hide without your mother seeing. The Red Vampire Clan who had already arrived as guests to your family (the Winterberry’s) peace meeting were inside and Oz was out here, ready as backup.

When Oz came into view you jumped in fright and immediately got your wand ready for defense, “Wh- who are you-?!” You ask, afraid.

“uhh…“ Oz is somewhat speechless. A Winterberry witch! He was supposed to be here ready to fight you in case his boss required backup, but now here you were, and he had just been completely caught off guard by his clan member pushing him out from hiding.

You noticed his features. Oz’s pale skin, fangs, red eyes, and white hair were all illuminated in the moonlight. A vampire! He must be here for the peace meeting, but had gotten lost, or so you thought.

“Oh! You must be a guest!” You smile at him somewhat sheepishly, relieved and slightly apologetic for almost using your wand.

Oz seems slightly relieved with the excuse you had just handed him, “Yes! I’m a guest! Uhm- for the peace meeting. I’m in the clan.”