Even though Madison didn't know Mallory, Mallory knew Madison. And so she also knew that the small little cat cafe wouldn't be the kind of place Madison would ever step foot in of her own accord. Maybe she would even break the spell if someone tried willing her inside with magic. So when she pushed through the door, the little bell above it tinkling cheerfully and causing a few cats to mew in anticipation of attention, Mallory really had to hold back a smirk. In spite of the serious discussion they were about to have, she still couldn't help the little surge of amusement she felt seeing Madison's obvious disgust.
"Hello to you too, Madison," she stated dryly as she sat down at one of the round tables, shooing a chubby orange cat off the chair before she lowered herself into it.
Once they were both seated and settled, Mallory sighed and clasped her hands together on the table. "I know this is all really confusing and scary, and...it is for me too, you not knowing me or anything. But I think I can help you out a bit at least." A pause, and her brow furrowed a bit. "But it's a pretty confusing story to have to tell anyway... I can't even start at the beginning. But I'll start with me and Coco, another new witch at Robichaux, being put under an identity spell and taking on whole new lives for our protection. So for a good portion of all this going on, I didn't know I was a witch, Coco didn't know she was really a witch. We had no idea witches or magic or anything like that even existed. I was just her assistant working for her when the world ended. Certain people were able to buy their way into these outposts to ride out the apocalypse, and Coco being Coco with her new identity was able to easily get one, and I got in too. It was a long time before Michael Langdon arrived, Satan Junior, and he told everyone at the outpost that there was a chance we could move on to the Sanctuary if he interviewed us and found us worthy or...whatever. Up until that point we all thought a woman named Wilhemina Venable and her second-in-command Miriam Mead were in charge of the place, but Michael turned that on its head. My inner witch was bubbling up under the surface by then, I didn't know what it was at the time but Michael took an interest in it and thought I would be a good candidate for the Sanctuary. He thought it was just this deep-rooted evil I wasn't accepting. Anyway while all this was going on, Ms. Venable and Ms. Mead were planning a masquerade party to celebrate Halloween and lift everyone's spirits, but it was all just this master plan to kill everyone with poisoned apples. And it worked. We all ate them, and we all died."
At that point, Mallory stopped and looked pointedly across the table at Madison, eyebrows lifted in expectation to make sure her fellow witch sister was keeping up.