𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬? sure, there's the darkening saltzman twin, the famous tribrid... but are they truly stronger than the two girls currently circling school grounds in search for big, scary, mud-pit creatures? if you ask minerva, she would say no. your average witch --- or even slightly above --- and a walking clusterfuck of magic are good candidates ; by no means does she believe them to be weak, just not as strong and herself and marilyn here. feet pressing firmly and quietly into the dirt, leaves crunching and twigs snapping beneath her weight, the sounds of the forest and all its inhabitants reaching her hears, she can’t help but feel a little envious of those lesser than her. they are safe within the walls of the salvatore school while she gets to stomp around outside, waiting to confront some hideous beast. with great power comes great responsibility, it seems.
“what do you think it’s going to be this time?” she asks, tearing her eyes away from the path before them to eye her company. “so many of these have been... disgusting and dumb. when are we going to be attacked by something cool? you know - something challenging.”