State your purpose

A/n: Lemme say that witches and wizards look super young than they actually are. Beware.

Pegasus sat on her throne, anticipating the witch and the great granddaughter. She had her hand under her cheek, patiently waiting as she couldn’t stop smiling. She was seeing her predecessor in flesh and blood for the first time.

Pegasus only blessed Ema when she was born, seeing her again after nineteen years again. She wished that her predecessor would hug her, scream a little more than necessary and bond with her. But she judged the atmosphere too delightfully. What she has been expecting from Ema, wouldn't happen.

Back to the group, Kohl lifts his eyebrow as he looks down at Olga who walks in the centre of the group ascending upstairs.

"Damn, Olga. You got junk, real 'junk' on you. What do you say? Are you free tonight?" Olga's face grows pale in horror and disgust. She was too stunned to reply to the perverted male who still kept staring at her frontal mounds.

"What the fuck is wrong with