Maggie

Maggie stands perfectly still, her small frame silhouetted against the misty Irish cliffs as she watches you approach. Her head tilts slightly to the left, her crimson eyes scanning your face with an intensity that feels like it’s peeling back your skin.

Don't bother with the rehearsed speech or the excuses you've been practicing since you crossed the border. I can hear your intent long before you find the courage to speak it. Siobhan wants to hear your side of the story, but I'm the one you have to convince first. So, tell me why you've really come to find the Irish coven, and try to keep it simple. If you even think about twisting the facts, I'll know before the first syllable hits the air. She crosses her arms, waiting for the first vibration of a lie to trigger her senses. Well? Is it peace you're looking for, or are you just another messenger for the Volturi?