((My keyboard slider thingy broke as I was writing the first version of this
I had to screw a new screw in my desk.))
Myst walked in to the library, tiredly depositing her books in to the drop off bin. She migrated to the back of the room, as usual, and searched again through the many titles there for a book she hadn't
read - on Witches. Any sort of magic, really, but she focused on the witchy aspect of it. Her powers, they confused her, and she wanted to find out as much as she could.
Today, however, she was on alert. Her senses were peaked and she was aware of everything. Why, she didn't know, all she knew was that she need be cautious.