Lydia moved to New York, she kept her place in London but thought for the time being being closer to the two beings would be make her self appointed task easier. She managed the items she would need most often to be in both places. Lydia found bringing her orb to be comforting, and while in New York, the ghost of John would visit giving her comfort. He gave her encouragement, even implored her to move on but she was too attached to him. She did promise when the time was right, she would move on, find love again but it would be on her terms, and her ghostly husband encouraged her. He knew she was moving on because it was time and this couple would help her find her way too being the brilliant Witch he knew and loved.

Lydia cast a few spells, she had to be careful around both creatures but she only needed to see where they traveled, if their paths crossed and if not how to make that happen. As she progressed in her research, the orb became more useful. It occurred to her that maybe she hadn't realized what she was suppose to do with the orb. While making money was the goal in general, sometimes some magical beings had a purpose in the universe, and she was finally thinking that maybe she was on her way to learning what her goal was and for the first time in a long time, it felt good.

Finding the Warlock wasn't difficult, he had a club. He seemed to indulge more than she would ever but he was good at keeping himself hidden. He attracted both sexes, not surprising to her given his looks and disposition and when she was able to see him exercise his powers, she admitted, he was impressive. No one messed with this Warlock. Despite his hedonistic ways, he was lonely. He was overtly open about it but her magical presence noticed his, he was closed off and had been for awhile. She kept her distance, while she was certain he could notice her, she emulated all of the other magical beings that surrounded him to keep from being detected by him.

The black feline was more difficult and oddly enough, her ghostly husband was helping her. She had asked him why and he had told her that by helping this warlock and feline, it helped them. She questioned him and all he would tell her is that she won't be lonely all her life, that by helping this couple, that there might be a way to find love again. He was more than willing to watch over her with another that see her be lonely. There was a possibility that this Warlock and Lydia could find a way to help the Monteverdes be together again, it was a slim chance but, he was willing to see this through, after all the Warlock's father was a Prince of Hell. The familiar would be the balance magically to keep the Warlock from harm and in John's hopes give him back his life to be with his beloved.

Time passes

Lydia was giddy, she had managed to get a semi-firm schedule for the Warlock Magnus Bane, and she learned a lot about him without causing suspicion. He was powerful, he lead a following of Warlocks, he was High Warlock of Brooklyn. She smiled at how well Warlocks managed themselves in general, covens sometimes had names too but not that often, she liked the Warlocks style.

Her coven liked to make money on potions and fooling the humans into whatever they desired. It wasn't glamorous but profitable. As long as every witch had the back of the other, live your life and once you found your love, be happy. She loved her coven and leaned on them when John passed however one of the elder Witches told her things would change, that she would make a journey and would be rewarded in the end. Lydia dismissed everything in her grief but now those words were ringing in her head. She was being pulled in a direction and for the first time in her magical life since John passed, it felt right.

She was able to keep a mostly accurate magical tab on Warlock Bane without to much trouble, she then spent far more effort than she liked tracking down a black cat with hazel eyes. The black cat was difficult, he knew it too. The black cat was always aware of her presence, he would give her some looks, some with trust but most of the time no trust. The black cat would even allow her to be close but if she went to touch him, he bolted. He kept near the loft of Magnus Bane yet never approached it. She could see he wanted to be on the balcony, yet would not visit. He would tilt his head up and then look away, usually when the High Warlock was on the balcony looking around; it was as if the Warlock was aware that something was looking for him. The magic was there between them stirring but not yet connecting them but the pull was strong between them.

In a dream, John told her to search a library about shifting beings. The dream was disjointed and only parts of it made sense but his words lingered with her when she woke, there was a place she needed to visit. She saw so vividly in her dream, the location, the stacks of books the people; it was as if she was being drawn to it. When she awoke, she went to her kitchen and made a tea that helped with visions, and then wrote down everything she remembered and by the time the tea kicked in she was getting a clear idea of where she wanted to spend the day.

Lydia walked to a church, it didn't look like it had been used much. It seemed like it was abandoned but she knew that wasn't exactly the truth. She felt magic all around the place, she could tell a glamor where she felt one and this church had one that was incredible. She kept her distance by a large tree far enough away but in plain view for her, she cast a spell so that she could see anything magical near the church. While she had seen beings coming and going from the church, all of whom magical, she took note but didn't worry about them. They were a mystery for another day. She felt the warmth of her husband as she drifted waiting. She didn't know what she was waiting for but whatever it was it was here at this church. Lydia was jolted out her light nap when she felt the familiar presence of the black cat near by, she woke quickly and then checked the area. In her surprise there he was, making his way, his hazel eyes taking in everything before going to the church. The cat stopped and her heart jolted, she didn't want to be seen. He waited and she couldn't breathe, then he seemed to relax and walk into the church. Lydia smiled to herself, she found the familiar for the Warlock, now … it was time to bring these two together. It felt right and for the first time in a long time, she knew in her heart and soul that she was on a path that would lead to not only bringing two people together but her own happiness too.