"Magic? Wizard?" Dōjima said, blinking a moment in shock. Oh no, she knew this was bound to happen eventually, but here?

She almost felt badly about this, Wesley/Weasley was a nice kid. Almost. She had a job to do, and a role to play.

"Witch!" she hissed, shoving her chair back from the table. "The Coven sank into the dark, and you still keep coming back! Why don't you people just die off already?"