Vera had just finished calling Ogi when she heard knocking on the door. She hang up and strolled to the entrance, opening the door ajar.
On the other side, there was a middle-aged woman, maybe forty years old. She had curly black hair and green eyes that reminded her of someone in particular. They were as familiar as to instantly relax. She had spent so much time admiring those eyes that she would recognise them even on another person.
So, that woman was Neven's mother.
«Hello,» Vera said, opening the door and letting her in. She also noticed the woman was a white witch, even though her powers weren't as developed.
Just like another white witch she knew, this one strolled in as if she was the owner of the place.
«You don't look surprised to see me,» the woman said, noticing how Vera was neither confused nor panicking. As if she knew who she had in front of her. And she didn't fear her.
«I am, though,» Vera said. «Who are you?»