[Velocity]

Manus Flynn.
Neutral Human/Fae Sorcerer.
Moonbeam Marvels, US.
ARPers: None.

Before dawn, Manus Flynn was already awake. He began the day as he usually did: by preparing a pot of strong coffee and cooking breakfast for himself and his niece, which on this particular day consisted of fried eggs on toast. As he waited for the food to finish, he continued his mundane morning activity by reviewing the magical wards he had placed over the locks on his front door and windows. By the time that was finished, his niece - whose wild mane of hair was still damp from showering - was in the dining room, helping herself to the meal. "Morning," she muttered.

Manus nodded at her and fixed a plate for himself. "Morning," he replied. There was little conversation as they ate, which neither of them minded; Manus didn't have anything important to say and Cathleen tended to use as few words as possible in the early hours of the day.

Breakfast was over quickly. The plates and silverware were put away, and Cathleen tossed her school bag over her shoulder. "I've got that art thing after school, so I'll be a bit late getting back," she reminded him. "See you later."

"Bye," Manus replied. "Have a nice day, and all that." He followed his niece downstairs to the cluttered main room of his shop, where 'magical' trinkets of all kinds, from dragon statues to eight balls to colorful crystals, lined the shelves. He then leaned against the counter, watching her head out. The door shut with a faint creak, leaving Manus alone until some customer walked through his door.

Cathleen Flynn.
Anti-Secrecy Werecat.
Generic High School, US.
ARPers: None.

Cathleen sat through the bus ride with her headphones in her ears and her sketchbook in her lap, looking half asleep. This was, however, an illusion; Cathleen was perfectly awake, and idly studying the people around her and trying to glean their feelings. She found them to be rather dull usually, but it was always good to practice the skill.

The bus let out, and Cathleen walked into the crowded hallway. The day had barely begun and she was already impatient with it. Her classes were tedious, as she didn't have much of a like for algebra and physics. But that was the price of living, she supposed. With a huff, she sat down in a desk, drumming her fingers and waiting.