A mixture of voices was Gen's guide. It made her wonder if she was still needed. She wanted to meet this man. She could help him and it would help her just as much. Ever since she was brought to this time, she had struggled to find her place here.
"Uhm, hi? Uh, Miguel?" Genevieve hoped she pronounced the name correctly. There were many things she wasn't good at. Languages was among those many things. She wore a simple pair of jeans, a red t-shirt and a ponytail. Her wand was tugged into her belt on her left side. It was her mother's old wand but it worked rather well for her.