Maria’s P.O.V This morning, I woke up a little later than I usually do since I didn’t want to go to the coven just yet. They were practicing a spell I told them was too dangerous but they didn’t listen. Usually, when there’s a council voting and the majority agrees, it doesn’t matter what I say. This is why I’d much rather stay home than get angry early on in the day. I walked to my window with my cup of coffee using the hot liquid inside to warm up my palms. It was early February and the weather is supposed to slowly change but it was still chilling nonetheless. The view from where I was standing is very pretty. I can see the park and the fountain in the middle of it. I could also see the city light at night if I looked left and to my right was the cemetery meaning the coven.

