She felt the young man approach before she saw him, sensing a magical presence. Tucking a stray curl behind her ear, she looked him up and down. Sylvia was prone to making quick judgements, but there was nothing that stood out for her about this stranger. She didn't know what to make of him.

She smiled slightly. "You're not the first one to say that. We'll have to wait and see."

One witch did not a coven make. Only time would tell if Abigail and her lot proved to be a real threat.