If you'd asked her before, Eruka would proudly have proclaimed herself a Wicked Witch™. She caused mischief, maybe wrought a little havoc, and generally had a good time at the expense of the human population.
Now, of course, the witches were allied with the DWMA, so there were no wicked witches. There were, however, Traitorous Witches™. And while Eruka was no longer under a death sentence, she was having trouble getting rid of the label. For obvious reasons, this made spending time in the witch community less appealing.
But as a former wicked witch, living in the human world was out of the question. Even if she could tolerate the humans around her, it would be an affront to her dignity.
So as much as Eruka would have liked to go back to hiding in a bog somewhere, she had resigned herself to the fact that she'd need to move. And sadly, the only place that seemed even remotely tolerable was Death City.
After all, the DWMA had already proven its unwillingness to execute her, and even with the alliance most witches wouldn't want to spend time in the city. Meanwhile, the citizens were used to the supernatural, but still wary of witches, so they wouldn't bother her.
She wept for what the desert air was going to do to her skin, but she couldn't exactly afford to be picky.
At least she was finally going to have her own space again. She'd considered inviting the Mizunes to join her, but they were doing much better than her. Something about not allying with the DWMA. Eruka found it grossly unfair, but after getting their elder sister killed she wasn't exactly going to complain about fairness.
So she was getting some time to herself, and for the first twelve hours it was amazing. She'd managed to get moved in pretty easily with some help from Tadpole Jackson, and while there were still boxes strewn around she was taking the opportunity to flop around and do nothing for a little bit.
She would have been content to keep doing so forever, or at least for the next week, but she was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. Honestly, though, calling it a knock was putting it nicely. It sounded like someone was doing a halfhearted job of trying to break her door down.
She summoned some tadpole bombs as she crept to the door. After all, she had no guarantee that it wasn't some death child overachiever trying to get rid of a threat. Worse, it could be a door to door salesman.
However, the face that greeted her when she opened the door was a familiar one. Far too familiar for her tastes, really. It was set in a goofy grin that only widened when its owner registered her appearance. "Eruka!" Free yelled, and enveloped her in a hug.
It took her a moment to push away, but that was only because she wasn't expecting it. She certainly didn't want to hug him. Besides, she had a much more pressing concern. "What are you doing here?" she asked, playing with her bombs in a way she hoped looked menacing. (So she was a little rusty at this wicked witch thing. Whatever. It's not like it was anyone important anyway.)
"Well, I had gone out to travel the world, but that got boring really quickly. It turns out there's a lot of sand. So then I decided, I should go find my best friend Eruka! It took me a little while to find you, but fortunately I hadn't gone far." He gestured wildly, somehow encompassing both of them and the situation they were in. "And here I am!"
Eruka slammed the door in his face. Really, she thought, he ought to be glad that she didn't sic her bombs on him. She would totally have done it, but she was feeling generous. It was a strictly temporary thing, though.
She most definitely did not let him in twenty minutes later.
