“I’m so sorry,” she said, looking up to see who she had run into.
He was a tall, lean man with pale skin. His medium length, blonde hair fell around his face in soft waves and he looked to be a little older than her. He reached a hand down to help her up.
“It’s alright,” he said, “are you okay?”
She took his hand and rose to her feet. She dusted off her jeans and picked her bag up off the ground.
“Yeah,” she said, “I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“I’m not the one who fell,” he said with a laugh, amusement lighting up his light brown eyes. “I am fine though, since you’re worried.”
She looked at the man and he didn’t seem to be illuminated with the same kind of light that the other witches she had seen had. She could still feel that he was magical, but she was unsure what kind of being
