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“Just for fun,” she reassured him. “Certainly not trying to step on anyone’s toes.” By now she was beginning her descent from the ladder, not particularly careful at all. Reaching the floor, Mara bounced on her toes once, twice, trying to recall. “It might be between... Stars Align and, uh, Introduction to Star Mapping. I think.”

“Hmmm,” he said as he looked in the other direction. He could have sworn he looked over there but, he could take a look again to see if he missed it. “Necromancy?” he said in his British accent, 

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“Oh, no, I don’t have any of those. I’ve got plants, gemstones, necromancy...” Mara shook her head, before squinting at the titles that rested beneath her fingers. “Can’t say it’s up here, either. But I do remember seeing it earlier.” She trailed off, lifting one finger to tap against her bottom lip. “Maybe take a look over by the Astrology section? I could’ve sworn it was there.” She’d been poking through it before finding the apparently greviously misplaced cookbook.

He went back to skimming to see if he could find it on his own, but no such luck. “Uh, Runes and Glyphs?” he said as he looked up with his head tilted a bit. “You wouldn’t happen to know if you saw it, would you?” he asked.

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“Is not. You’re disgusting.”

“That’s completely disgusting, you know that, right?”

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A Supreme beneath her feet. How interesting. This was the Westerner, the Voodoo Supreme. He sounded vague and distracted, but Mara herself was much more alert than her dreamy stance let on. “Looking for what? There’s a chance I’ve already kidnapped it to add to my reading list for the day.” She nodded back at the table she’d been occupying. 

Kellan had been in the library for a while, he had been looking for Runes and Glyphs for beginners, He just couldn’t seem to find it anywhere else in the library so he decided to look for the book in the place he least expected it to be. He saw a woman on the top of the ladder and paid no mind, he ran his fingers across the books to see if the book was there. When he heard the woman’s voice his concentration was broken, he looked up “No, no. I’m just looking.”

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Mara’s shoulders lifted in a shrug. It was hard for her not to go completely sullen at the arrival of the North Coven’s newest Supreme. The woman was someone Mara had come to resent, though she would be hard-pressed to ever admit that to anyone. “A bit of everything,” she admitted. “The cookbook is entirely unrelated to the poisonous plants, by the way. I’m thinking about making my own baguettes sometime. Just to prove I’m able to do it.”

As every other day, Beatrice had found her way to the library. It used to buzz with small whispers and people pulling the papers of a book. It was unsual to see someone stack a paper in their bag, bringing a spell with them home. Usually though, the got stopped by the guard by the door. However, Beatrice never seemed to be one to make trouble, she simply watched it unfold. As she was heading down the isle’s of bookcases, a familiar frame came into view. Mara. She was a southie, one with fewer smiles than most, a blank canvas someone said she was. Beatrice didn’t believe that though, Mara was bright- She was intelligent and probably one of the quickest studies in the south coven. She walked over to where she stood on the ladder and looked at the pile of books she’d taken down. Interesting. As she spoke Beatrice turned her attention upward. “No, I was just curious to what you were reading today.”

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                                                                                   TOME ALONE Mara’s mind was elsewhere. That much was a fair assumption. What she was truly thinking about, though, was a mystery. The desk she’d adopted at the Library was filled with a very confusing jumble of titles: Gemstones and Their Properties, A Practical Witch’s Guide to Necromancy, The Encyclopedia of Poisonous Plants, and perhaps most strangely, Mastering the Art of French Cooking. But she was nearly two rows of bookcases away from the desk, barely balanced at the top of a library ladder. Her fingertips were brushing the titles at the top of the shelf while she gazed out at nothing. A soft noise-- everyone moved through the library with a solemn hush, unless something was on fire-- caught Mara’s attention, and she lowered her gaze to the passerby that stood below her.·“Am I in your way?”

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Coven: South • Witch • 24 years • FC: Willa Holland

ABOUT:

Mara Devendale grew up surrounded by the traditions and mindsets held by the Coven of the South. While she never knew her father, Mara never left her mother’s side within the coven. She spent her childhood underfoot as her elders cast powerful transportation spells and manipulated the elements. She didn’t get along with many children her age and preferred to act like a miniature adult. When faced with witches or warlocks outside of her coven, she would turn alternately cold or downright insulting if even slightly nudged in that direction. Whenever she could, she would fetch minor ingredients like nettle and marigold to help out. Being so relatively well-behaved, Mara was allowed to remain alongside the elders as they discussed their true thoughts on the transfer of power to the North Coven. It wasn’t very long at all until her own mind was poisoned against the others– no one else was as worthy of power as her own magical kin, after all.   It didn’t seem that she would be able to truly conceded her power to the North– but suddenly she didn’t have to. When the North Coven’s Supreme was murdered, Mara was absolutely shocked. No one could tell from her initial reaction: a slightly furrowed brow and a soft pout of sympathy. But whenever she was alone, she would inwardly reflect upon just what that meant. If someone within his own Coven killed him, it was chaos. If someone outside of his Coven killed him, it meant war. That very day, Mara began appearing more open to her people outside of her Coven. A smile here, a compliment there, no one ever truly got to know Mara, but that didn’t matter. They liked her well enough. While she has yet to attempt something truly formidable, Mara’s lifelong apprenticeship to the magical arts shows. Any spell that catches her eye gets studied in and out extensively before she even begins to collect her supplies. More hours go into studying every aspect of the spell than actually casting it. The Southern witch prefers to experiment with water magic when she does actually cast, and finds the element soothing.

CHARACTER TRAITS:

Mara grew up with hatred in her blood towards a lot of the other covens. She rarely trusts anyone and she has this wall which covers her emotions. She protects those within her coven and she admires the elders within her coven very much. She’s confident in herself and never gives up, she has worked hard to get where she is today and no one can say otherwise.

OTHER:

Mara can easily fall in love. She’s been in love more times than she can count, but if it’s real love or just admiration, she does not know. 

The Supreme of her coven Philip is like this cruel older brother which she yet loves even with his flaws of being ruthless.

She cannot stand Beatrice. The woman infuriates her more than anyone else and if she could twist her neck like a twig, she would. 

Mara Devendale is TAKEN and played by: Jolly

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Willa Holland photographed for Middle of Nowhere Promotional Shoot (2008)

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