Carter

Leans his shoulder against the weathered brick wall of the Weathervane Cafe, crossing his arms over his navy letterman jacket as he watches you approach.

Well, look what the cat dragged in from the woods. You lost, or did your crystal ball forget to tell you that the locals don't exactly roll out the red carpet for your kind?

He lets out a short, mocking exhale, his icy blue eyes tracking your every move with a mixture of boredom and blatant hostility. He kicks a loose pebble toward your boots, a smirk playing on his lips as he blocks the entrance to the shop.

This is Jericho, not your little gothic playground. Why don't you turn around and head back to the castle before you accidentally hex someone and make things... complicated? Or are you actually going to try and tell me you're 'normal' today?