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Magi Heart
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The Witches Den
Witches Den.
A club that opened up shortly before the return of the Starcalled. The owner is Lilian, a woman of varying ages. Some swear she's a late teen while other times they swear she's almost forty, always dressed in the most stereotypical witch outfits one could think of. It's said she is a UI-locked Traveler but doesn't talk about it much. Instead, she focuses on running the establishment. The place is set a bit off to the side of the more populated areas of Finweald. In order to even be allowed in you have to prove you are either someone who uses magic or a tag along of someone who does. In the back is a large cauldron where drinks are prepared and they have become the place's stable. Whether it's an alcohol made of mandrakes (partially detoxified of course!) or specialty milkshakes made from very special milk straight from Protean Pastures, The Witches Den has it.
So of course, if it's a place witches and other magic users would go to, it would also attract a certain magical girl.

"...It's not Rocky Road Clubhouse... but I guess I'm too old for that place now. Time skips are something aren't they? Hmm, it's not like I haven't drunk alcohol before right... so the rules are different here. I'll get us lunch here."
Magi Heart looked around as if she had never seen a restaurant before but it was mostly just to take in the different sorts of magic users (mostly of the witch stylings) chatting eating and drinking. It wasn't that busy but more than anywhere she had been in a long time. After ordering herself lunch and a milkshake from who must have been Lilian. Magi would find herself a seat by a window. The moment she sat down she noticed something strange and turned her head to see. The weather outside the window kept changing between sunny, stormy, or snowing at random Magi felt some sort of magic at play. The pinkette picked up her sandWITCH. Her somewhat blank look changed. Her eyes narrowed and she muttered under her breath.

"That's only three layers. I'm famished. I can't live on grief alone as long as I'm like this... Is it raw meat?"
Why was Wendel like this... we're all Dissonance into raw food or was it just her? Wendy had eaten this before but now that she was this physically aware of it... it was revolting. Ironically Wendel showed a similar revoltion outwardly as she looked disappointedly at the meat of the sandwich.
Grrr... it's not raw, this has been cooked. I should have just brought my own meat.
Um.. but that's how the sandwich is made? Oh no sandWITCH *giggle*. You have to think that's funny right? Witch which is the witch? Wendel, you have to laugh sometimes and we'll get sick if you eat raw food!
...Hasn't happened yet. And wowzers I laugh, when something's funny, dummy.
Wendel took a big bite and started to consume her meal. Wendy at least was getting fed. and there was a milkshake that wasn't filled with weird stuff... hopefully. This was a Witches den so maybe there were frog legs or something... The pinkette recalled that being. Wendy wanted something sweet. Her sweet tooth was in overdrive since being able to taste again without going through Wendel's filter.
Gee whiz...I'm eating. Wait.
Hey, I ordered it! It's... not just yours...I'm thirsty. Mmmm It looks really good!
The pinkette did her best to not catch attention as she sat there arguing with herself and changing from indifferent hunger to a disgusted look. Luckily the two halves of Wendy's soul had agreed to keep those "debates" in her head since being seen as just completely insane was not in either of their interests. Wendel suddenly dropped the sandwich as Wendy reached swiftly for her milkshake. Sticking the straw in her mouth she prayed it was sweet and delicious and not a frog leg...
She washed down the piles of meat stuffed between bread and darted her eyes around nervously. Was she doing it? Being... normal again? What even was normal anymore? Ever since Wendy was able to reclaim parts of herself from Wendel or more like, share more space... it had been like this. It was taking a lot longer to find a happy medium to who is in charge when.
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