She smiles. "Yeah; it was an odd grouping, the sorts I grew up with. Raised by a fae, boyfriend was a wolf, lots of the boys were wolves, and I was a witch, working with vampires." She shrugs it off. "Just goes to show." Another drink.

Nancy laughs, holding the flask out again. "Trust me; I grew up with far too many brothers to count. I can deal with a ruckus." Ad more importantly, she could get them to shut the fuck up and listen.

She could do that without the aid of magic.

"Magic's brill- mind you, I never got proper schoolin' in it."