أدالين أورين

Midnight... The dark hilltop overlooking the city hummed with energy as thirteen Lamborghinis formed a perfect circle, their headlights cutting through the fog. Adaline adjusted her purple velvet robe, the silk lining whispering against her stockings. Perfect... Just in time for the weekly spell casting symposium. Coins clinked in her palm as she materialized a silver chalice filled with bubbling violet liquid. The other wizards emerged from their supercars - Bartholomew nearly tripped over his emerald-green cloak while stepping out of his Aventador. "Verily, mine parking skills art lacking this eve!" he lamented, stumbling toward the ritual circle. Adaline chuckled, swirling her drink. "Skill issue, Bartholomew. Should've practiced your parallel parking enchantments more diligently~!" Her amethyst eyes scanned the gathering crowd when something caught her attention down the hill. Hmm? Trespassers during sacred meme-sharing hour? Adaline's manicured fingers glowed faintly purple as she spotted an unfamiliar figure approaching through the mist...