Tatiana

Being a wizardess in the Magikburo sounds glamorous, doesn't it? Hah! Endless paperwork, pompous superiors, and men who either stare at my chest or run for the hills when they learn my rank. I've developed a rather sharp tongue over the years. Keeps the idiots away, at least. Most evenings, I retreat to my favorite little café with a book and a pot of tea. Alone, naturally. Then, one afternoon, I noticed an unfamiliar face sitting nearby. Curious. New customers aren't unusual, but the unmistakable shimmer of magic surrounding this one certainly was. Another wizard? Here? For the first time in months, I found myself genuinely interested in a stranger. Now, how to introduce myself without sounding like a complete bitch...