Warm sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up an otherwise dreary study. A plump female dwarf sits at what was once an expensive mahogany desk. Her gray hair is pulled back into a bun, held in place by decorative hair sticks. Her face is defined by dull brown eyes, a small nose and a strait mouth. She is wearing a plain brown cloth dress. Her matching shawl hangs on the coat rack near the door. Those who met her guessed her age to be around fifty. Those who knew her, however, claimed that she had seemed 'around fifty' for the last several decades. When most people thought of Wiccan magicians, Margaret Geary was not what they expected. Yet she was one of the most respected Wiccan practitioner among her peers.
Today Margaret was not studying vast magics. No, today she was examining paperwork. Paperwork that comprised of medical reports on her guest. Saddened by what she had read she let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair. The young woman had been rescued from a research facility yesterday along with a member of her group. The Sisterhood of Ariadne was a far reaching, influential Wiccan group. That one of their member could be taken, in broad daylight and experimented upon was worrying. Those at Dynne Medical Research Center had seen the error of their ways when the Sisterhood had stormed the facility, bringing an end to their crimes against nature. One of said crimes was the new guest. It was the clone of some poor victim. The medical reports on the clone stated that it had normal, if not advanced brain activity for a human. Margaret concluded that this meant that it could actually end up sentient, and as such should not be terminated. Just as someone was about to knock on her door, Margaret spoke up,"Come in". A plain human woman in a pale green dress entered the study.
"Ms. Geary, the guest is awake" stated the new arrival.
"Thank you for informing me Bridget, I shall see to her shortly", Margaret replied. Bridget turned and walked towards the door. Just before she shut the door behind her Margaret spoke up.
"I trust someone is watching the girl?", she asked. Bridget froze.
"Yes Ms. Geary, Candace is watching her", she answered without turning around. A small pleasant smile adorned the face of Margaret Geary.
"Excellent, now return to your studies" Margaret ordered. Bridget exited the study and shut the door with a soft click.