Nora listened to the turmoil around her. Although Clara was being rather loud, telling Shitsubo a piece of her mind, Nora’s attention got drawn to the conversation John and Kaden were having. Maybe it was just because they were sitting closer to her, or maybe it was because Nora was more interested in private matters than magic. After the past two years she had come here, having encountered several supernatural beings and cases, and having experienced this thing called magic herself, she still had trouble grasping it and knowing how to deal with it. It made her head dizzy, trying to understand how such a thing was physically, anatomically possible.
With one more gulp, Nora finished her drink. She stood up, craving another one, and walked over towards the bar, passing Clara and Zaccar who were having a small talk about ‘Shitubso’.
“It’s Shitsubo, not Shitubso...” she couldn’t help but whisper as she walked past the two, more to herself than to them.
While she ordered a new beverage, Nora jumped up as she heard a loud thud from besides her. From the corner of her eye she had seen some movement accompanying the sound, which originated from a black figure sitting at the bar. Turning her face towards the source of the sound, she now saw it was a person in a black, hooded cloak, their face pressed against the counter. At a small distance from the person she noticed a red object, an apple at closer inspection.
Slowly memories started to flow back to her. She remembered a pale boy, dressed in a black hood, who appeared to always carry an apple around, had visited the bar every now and then. He didn’t come often though, and so Nora had no clue as to his name and what he was like.
She wasn’t sure why she did it, but as if drawn to the apple, she got over to it and picked up the almost spherical object. Oddly it didn’t feel much like an apple, not like fruit even. It felt sort of artificial.
Nora stared at it for a moment before realzing it’d probably be best to return the apple to its owner, rather than keeping it in her hand any longer, preventing any possibly accusations such as trying to steal the thing.
She made a few steps before stopping next to the boy who still had his head down.
“You err...” Nora started. “This is yours, right?” she asked, holding up the apple in front of him.
