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There was something about being right that Crowley found more satisfying than anything else in her life. For some odd reason, whatever it was, she found that she loved the feeling of knowing that she was correct about something. It didn't particularly matter whether she was right about a good thing or a bad thing; either way would suit her, because it meant that she was still keeping sharp, despite whatever factors found their way into the problem.
She stood under a park pavilion, leaning against one of the poles of the structure, and impatiently checking her watch. She was early. She stood there only because of her penchant for being right, and it was two things she had predicted that lead her here; Abaddon was dead and out of the way, and she intended to punish all those that had betrayed her and left her side.
She'd already done away with some of the more useless ones, and given others time to repent for their desertion of their queen, but soon after that, some had begun to flee. And seeing as she couldn't be everywhere at once, she found it easier to enlist eyes and ears for her, ones that wouldn't cause the same amount of alarm as she would. For now, she thought the eyes and ears of a certain witch would suit her just perfectly.
She checked her watch. She was still a bit early. "Oh, come on. Where is he? I'm bored."
