Fetching the Brat

Nasya sighed as she walked through the streets of Italy, her long black cloak flowing behind her in an ominous way. Well... she supposed that she did look much more 'witchy' than she usually did. Of course with her sisters around it did kind of make more sense to dress like a witch. She looked behind her at her 'sister' who wore a similar cloak. She wasn't expecting violence from Marius, but it was just in case.

She cleared her throat, waving her hand to easily push the guard out of the way with magic, going up the stairs.

"Marius!" She called, her voice resonating through the empty halls.