James / Madison
Madison considered, looking up at the sky as she stepped back to him with a certain gleam in her eye. She did a little turn with her wrist and a cigarette appeared in her hand. She knew he probably wasn't a smoker, but she offered it to him anyway?
"How are you with making things appear? Or can you fly?" Tha was something she had trouble dong.
"Where I come from, witches have very, very special powers- well, some do. We call them the Seven Wonders."