Pansy jerked when she heard her name being called and nearly lost her footing. She had something sharp and rather bitchy ready to throw at whoever had yelled at her like she was a waitress or some other menial worker but those words died when she recognized who was coming toward her.
She had spent most of her life avoiding as many Caseys as possible for fear that they would be able to recognize the deep flaw that ran through her magic. What they tended to call a gift would have gotten her disinherited so quickly that she would have been out on the curb without a knut to her name even before the ink dried on the official documentation. But Delaney was thankfully the one exception to that fear. This cousin wouldn't have told her father even if she could figure out Pansy's secret. "Delaney," she said with a genuine smile, "I didn't expect to see you here today."