Maggie Spencer-Adeyemi
Emplacement: 30B Hauteurs de Faraday
Interagir avec (Yukiko) et (Stefani)
Sur l'étendue blanche de son plafond, il y avait cinq fissures, dont trois n'étaient arrivées qu'après son arrivée au 30B et s'étaient installés dans cette place banale d'une pièce. La plus grande fissure, courant du coin regardant par-dessus le cadre de la porte et zig-zaging clair de l'autre côté, a couru une longueur de vignes épaisses au-dessous de la largeur de celle-ci, qui s'est ramifiée librement vers le haut de sa garde-robe située dans le coin de l'extrême droite. Les deux autres fissures qui étaient apparues dans la pièce depuis son apparence abritaient des feuilles plus fines, qui penchaient comme de minces rideaux, changeant de longueur à volonté pour toucher le sol ou se blottir vers le plafond. Les trois collections de flore, qui oscillent perpétuellement doucement dans une brise inexistante, germeraient des fleurs de n'importe quelle variété aléatoire, la race changeant et changeant en fonction de n'importe quelle variable, du moment de la journée à l'humeur et l'énergie de l'occupant des chambres.
Maggie, de son point de vue a posé sur son lit en fer forgé, a dévié son regard d'où elle avait compté les fissures dans son plafond, et a regardé les vignes, qui a flatté et préné dans leur décoration pour le jour. Hibiscus, Maggie s'est muselée intérieurement, une main qui joue avec le casque épais de ses cheveux, généralement cultivé en Asie et fleuri au soleil. Elle tourna la tête pour se reposer contre son épaule droite, regardant à la fenêtre, couvert d'un jeu de stores de longueur de sol, et sans doute dissimulant le temps effroyable et froid de Londres en janvier à l'extérieur. Un petit sourire courbé dans le coin des lèvres de Maggies, ses plantes semblaient toujours avoir un sens de l'humour, ou du moins un vague sens de l'ironie.
Avec un soupir doux, Maggie tira la main, qui avait joué avec les boucles grinçantes de ses cheveux, sur son visage, clignotant plusieurs fois à nouveau à son plafond, et pensa, à nouveau, qu'elle devait sortir du lit.
Elle avait vérifié son téléphone, chargé sur sa table de chevet, dès qu'elle s'était réveillée, les mises à jour météo automatique déclarant la météo, une mise à jour d'accompagnement du site d'information de la BBC affirmant l'orage brassant, et expliquant la base derrière elle. Maggie s'est bien moquée de l'actualité et s'est enfoncée plus profondément dans sa couette de peluche alors que le vent faisait un autre gros hurlement à l'extérieur. Cette affaire avec les Fae n'avait pas grand-chose à voir avec elle, et en général, elle n'y a jamais trop réfléchi. Vraiment... depuis cette sortie internationale, cette explosion de créatures se révolte, exigeant des droits et une protection, face à tout cela Maggie venait tout juste de s'y mettre, elle est allée à des conférences, elle est allée travailler, elle s'est réveillée, elle s'est endormie.
 "La chose clé que tu dois faire ma chérie, c'est rester la même." sa Mère a conseillé, en s'efforçant de tout le salon, un murmure d'un sort de lèvres fermées et de danse magique entre ses doigts, "Faites ce que vous avez toujours fait, ne paniquez pas, n'évitez pas les questions et donnez simplement des réponses banales." Evelyn s'arrêta au centre de la pièce, grande et imposante, avant de faire une ligne soudaine vers les portes du balcon, stupéfiant un Yukiko au ralenti hors du chemin. Maggie regarda sa Mère courir une main de chant dans un X à travers chaque grand panneau, le verre pulsant alors qu'elle inscrivait une nouvelle salle. "Actez confus comme si c'était complètement ridicule qu'ils vous demandent ce genre de choses, faites-leur confiance, ne leur faites pas confiance" Èvelyn a commandé, regardant par la fenêtre du ciel avant de tourner en arrière pour s'adresser fermement à sa Fille, parlant d'un ton qui ne laissait pas de place à l'argumentation.
"Vous ne pouvez pas leur donner de chances Maggie, vous ne pouvez pas leur faire confiance. Ils nous ont noyés, ils nous ont brûlés et pendus, et ce genre de haine, cette colère et cette peur, ça ne s'en va pas. Mais tout ira bien, vous pouvez vous cacher, faire confiance en moi et faire confiance au Coven, tout ira bien. Ils nous chassent depuis des siècles, nous avons appris à nous adapter. »
Maggie a levé la main de sa couette, atteignant son téléphone et le déverrouillant, l'écran s'accrochant au rapport d'actualité tendance qu'elle avait lu précédemment. Ce manifeste «Helling» n'était plus rien de nouveau, chaque jour une nouvelle histoire, une nouvelle exposition, une nouvelle campagne de démêlage sur une page d'accueil, un hashtag mondial tendance, des sites évangéliques...
Maggie lâcha un soupir lent dans sa couette, le son étouffé par le tissu de peluche, et plaça à nouveau son téléphone sur sa table de chevet, changeant lentement la chaleur de la couette hors d'elle. Elle balançait les jambes sur le côté du lit et se tenait debout, les orteils nus brossant les planches de bois nues froides de son sol pendant qu'elle s'étirait pendant quelques longues secondes, en courant une main à travers ses cheveux. J'ai pris la main pour saluer les vignes draguées qui s'accrochaient à son plafond, Maggie a fait pour sa chaise de bureau, ramassant l'épais pull en laine qui s'étendait sur la chaise et la tirant au-dessus de sa tête. En passant par le sol, elle s'approcha de sa porte, notant les voix étouffées dans la pièce principale, et ouvrit la porte, la fermant derrière elle.
Maggie est restée quelques secondes à l'extérieur de sa chambre, donnant un petit humour en saluant le mur de vignes rampantes qui tournaient autour de sa porte et s'étendaient dans le salon/cuisine. Après que les vignes aient donné un court carquois en réponse, Maggie a déplacé la courte distance dans le couloir, arrondissant le coin dans la pièce principale et arpenté les événements du matin.
Elle a espionné Yuki, arnaqué devant la télévision, habillé pour la journée et se pavané dans une colère délicate mais évidente, quand Maggie a regardé à l'écran et a vu les nouvelles qu'elle pouvait deviner pourquoi. Un peu sur l'ourlet de son sauteur, Maggie dérive en direction de la cuisine attenante, donnant un petit clin d'œil à Stefanie avant de tisser autour d'elle, rembourrant vers la machine à café. Soulevant l'une des tasses accrochées sur le petit mug arbre en bois à côté de la machine, Maggie se versa une tasse de café chaud, se tournant autour de ses yeux autour de la pièce, se penchant contre le comptoir alors qu'elle levait la tasse à ses lèvres et prenait une gorgée.
Margaret 'Maggie' Spencer-Adeyemi
Witch
Basic Information
| Name |
Maggie Spencer-Adeyemi
| Date of Birth |
April 14th 1999
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Gay
| Occupation |
Undergraduate Student in Natural Sciences at University College London | Part-timer at a cafe/plant nursery 'Windowbox' in Brixton
| In-Depth Appearance |
Dressed with a quiet grace and unassuming presence, Maggie is never eager to take up too much space, instead taking to blending into the background like a classic wallflower. Small in a way that leaves no doubt she was a scrawny child, Maggie stands at a height of 5'3 with size 4 feet and gangly arms that seem just a little too long for the rest of her body.
She's slim, an exhibit of thin arms and legs, but owns two hands rough with calluses, and a line-straight head-high posture born less of self-confidence and more of strict instillment. Her hair is thick and curly and usually worn down, save for when she's working or revising, in which case she ties it back.
Clothing-wise Maggie has always preferred a quiet and smart outfit, enjoying neutral colours and geometric patterns. Her most frequent choice of outfit is a simple blouse and skirt pairing, though like any other student Maggie also owns a selection of skinny jeans, loose shirts and hoodies, most of which are worn at work. Near all of her outfits are matched with any pair of worn converse she hoards, or a fancy pair of ankle boots.
Down the back of her left calve runs a long scar, nearly indistinguishable from her brown skin, but noticeable to an observant eye. Born in Surrey to a fairly upper middle-class family, Maggie speaks with a distinctly 'posh' accent. 
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Quiet ♦ Sensitive ♦ Curious ♦ Friendly ♦
Remarked upon by almost anyone who knows her as a quiet and intelligent girl, Maggie has never been 'a mystery' or 'an enigma'. Instead she's always been like a 'constant', as if an unmovable object in an ever changing scene that slowly fades into the background until it is just an accepted aspect of the background, not striking or unconventional, and just 'there'. Because of this it wouldn't be unfair to call Maggie insipid or, at worst, bland. What's more, Maggie herself embraces her lack of distinction, having always enjoyed her privacy and holds a fondness for a quiet place to breathe. By no means is Maggie a true introvert, but she is a lover for a clear mind, something she most often finds in the single seat tucked away in the corner, and the 5am walks along Southbank.
Despite her regularly self-imposed isolation from most of society, Maggie is always nothing less than cordial when meeting new people, and expresses a friendly fondness for those few she would call friends, and a sincere devotion to those she considers closest to her. Bright and observant, Maggie is endlessly curious and a brilliant listener, and if you found yourself detailing your life story to her you wouldn't help but feel that Maggie held a genuine fascination for your words.
Maggie is however much less willing to divulge too much of her own story, and perhaps you might theorize that her eagerness to listen was due to an inability to share, or to open up that quietly guarded disposition and reveal any number of secrets that would fade away part of the uplifted chin and quick graceful walk. 
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Gardening
✔Long walks early in the morning
✔Strong coffee with no milk or sugar
✔Cult film screenings at the Prince Charles cinema
✔New Stationary
✔Patient people
✔Browsing the book market underneath Waterloo Bridge
✔Music with no lyrics
✘Very large crowds
✘Liars and cheaters
✘Waiting for a bus in the rain
✘Medicine
✘When time passes too quickly

| History |
Born into the world quietly and quickly early on a Wednesday morning, Maggie was named so for her Mothers Grandmother and for the exclamation that she was 'precious as a pearl'. The latest of a long line of Witches whose magic was isolated to the women, Maggie belonged to the Adeyemi family, a strong and accomplished clan descended from the Vodon Priests of Benin, immigrated to London during the Windrush years. Born to Phillip Spencer, a human Property Developer, and Evelyn Adeyemi, a Witch renowned amongst her kind, Maggie was raised in a comfortable and affluent household and demonstrated her first sparks magic at a young age.
Her Mother, Evelyn, an alumni of the Brithonic Coven and a pragmatic statue of a woman, was keen to fashion her only child into a Witch of the Age, a talented and powerful individual of authority who would command respect and carry the Adeyemi name with honor. Unfortunately, in contrast to her Mothers ease of skill and confidence, Maggies abilities came slower and her manner shyer. Despite this, Evelyn would not be deterred and, when her marriage ended in divorce and Evelyn granted primary custody of her child, she took every opportunity to educate her child. For years, whilst her magic grew quietly at it's own pace, Maggie was participant to endless lessons, lectures and demonstrations under the watchful eye of her Mother, learning the back to front of magical theory and history. The constant magical environment eventually showed its benefits, as at the age of 14, Maggie finally came fully into her magic and surprised many by revealing her magic to correspond more to Elemental Magic, a rarity in her family. As her Mother specialized in Necromancy and could provide little basis for an education on Elemental Magic, Evelyn allowed Maggie her space to grow and learn on her own, setting the girl to private study. Through this Maggie attained an appreciation for isolation and developed into the quiet studious woman she is today.
Leaving School with good marks, Maggie divulged her plan to move to London and attend University there, arguing that the freedom would allow her the proper space and time to properly learn all the intricacies of her magic and figure out just what it was she could bring to the family, as well as the world. Evelyn, who by this point was swamped with Necromantic contracts from all over the world, agreed to letting Maggie leave home, on the condition that her Daughter assimilate herself into the Brithonic Coven, so she would be kept safe living in the city. Keeping her promise, upon arriving in London Maggie sent word to the coven of her arrival and was welcomed, largely upon acknowledgement of her family name. Although the wealth of knowledge and history suddenly available at her fingertips as part of the Brithonic Coven was enticing, Maggie disliked the tighter community and strict rules, and dislikes frequenting the coven too much. Instead, she found herself wandering online more and more often, scouring the resources of the Circle of Sorcery and wondering if maybe, just maybe one day she could be brave enough and follow her curiosity.

| Family |
-Evelyn Adeyemi: Mother to Maggie and assuming Matriarch of the Adeyemi clan, Evelyn is renowned for her magic skill among her kind and is an accomplished Necromancer who is contracted all over the world. An example of her great talent lies in her companion, the reanimated and rejuvenated corpse of Ada Lovelace, the soul of which Evelyn summoned back to the Plain of the Living to assist her with her taxes, and has accompanied her ever since. A tall and striking woman of seemingly limitless confidence, Evelyn expects her Daughter to live up to the Adeyemi name.
-Phillip Spencer: Father to Maggie and Founder of a highly successful property development company, Phillip is a fairly quiet man who is hard to surprise. A regular human who became aware of the existence of The Other through his ex-Wife Evelyn, Phillip prefers to almost ignore most things supernatural, and has little to no idea of how to treat his Daughter and her magic. Nonetheless he loves Maggie dearly, and pays the rent of Maggies flat in Faraday Heights.
| Strengths |
-Ecological empathy
-Patient
-Observant


| Weaknesses |
-Unwilling for sudden change, almost stubborn
-Prefers isolation, doesn't seek people out
-Curious to a fault, lacks a real sense of danger

The Other
| Theme Song |
Dreamhead – Home
(Lyric-less song)

| House Number |
30B Faraday Heights
| Extra Information |
Though Maggies magic is Elemental it's strictly centered in Ecology, and shows itself largely through her talent with gardening and growing plants. Because of this empathy Maggie has many plants throughout her flat and several of them have grown so strong due to her presence that they've begun rooting into the floor and extending vines across the ceilings. Despite the fact that the plants in 26B flourish and quiver with her mood, Maggie has no real control over her plants, currently lacking the power and discipline.
When first moving to London, Maggie opted to stay in a flat closer to the city centre, but had to move within a few months due to several incidents involving her burgeoning powers, the final straw being when a neighbours sudden abundance of weed has the police calling round and Maggie quietly moving out to avoid suspicion. For a long time after that Maggie lived with her Father in his house out in Bromley, and only recently decided to move out on her own again. Drawn to the concentration of Other in Edgeton, Maggie moved to the borough and subsequently into Faraday Heights.
Maggies journey into flat 30B is short and simple, Maggie saw an ad by the building manager advertising two rooms, Maggie guessed she'd probably need at least two, and upon meeting her prospective flatmate Yuki and understanding they were 'kin', Maggie chose to stay.