Before the Ceremony: Barclay & Sorin & Olivia
"Good," Barclay said curtly. "I was always pretty sure that Ms. Hallowfen had an inkling of what I was doing, but I made sure that she would never know for certain. There lies the key, I think. They can suspect, sure, but once they know, they will have to do something about it. Keep it hidden. Keep it secret. And start being a better liar."
Barclay scoffed, obviously not impressed with that answer. "Just a witch?" Barclay was very much convinced that a witch's strength didn't just lie in their magic, it also had to do with how they could see the world. Witches were sensible. Witches were crafty. Witches saw the world as it was, not how everyone perceived it to be. Wolves had instinct, vampires had cunning, but witches? Witches knew.
"You are a witch, there's nothing just about it. You walk among the most powerful beings among the world, which might be daunting, but a witch does not mind that. Because a witch always knows exactly how powerful they are." He narrowed his clear blue eyes at her. "Show me something."