As evening faded to night, Seria tucked away the last of the artifacts she had been working on, placing it neatly into its designated box and replacing it on the shelf it had come from. She was doing an internship in the museum in Metairie and tonight was her late night, which meant she got to close up this portion of the museum. She finished putting everything away and tidying the place up before she grabbed her navy blue jacket, slipping it on, and heading out the door. She locked the door to the room behind her and headed for the main entrance. She made her way through the dark halls and stepped out into the chilled air, tugging her jacket tightly around her as she walked down the stairs and headed off down the street.<br/><br/>She had never been a fan of walking around on her own at night. It was a bit unnerving, especially for one who knew that all the things that go bump in the night were actually real, not just stories. She was a witch, which meant that she was capable of defending herself, but despite this, she still found it to be unpleasant and tried to avoid it when possible. Of course, it was not always possible. At least in this place, unlike some that she had been in, she didn't have to worry as much about humans attacking her, too. In some places it seemed like you were more likely to be jumped by a human than a monster.<br/><br/>The thick fog that coated the world under the cover of darkness seemed to add to the slightly on-edge feeling she had. The faint sound made by her flats was the only noise that pierced through the silence that hung in the crisp night air. Soon another sound could be heard, faint, distant, the sound of heavy footfall on the concrete. She swallowed as the sound grew louder, closer, and she picked up her pace, putting her senses on full alert. Just as quickly as the sound had appeared, however, it was gone. Had she been a normal person, this might have eased her mind, but it did not. She stopped briefly at the street corner, glancing up at the familiar sign and then to the surrounding streets. All that could be seen was darkness and fog. She turned down the street and resumed her quick pace, hastened by the feeling that she was not alone on the street, and the promise that her house was nearby. She would be safe there, a number of protective charms and spells made sure of that.<br/><br/>Despite her quick pace, she did her best to silence the sound of her footsteps and thanked the stars that she hadn't worn heels today. She rounded a corner and got the eerie feeling that she was not alone. Her blue eyes darted around, taking in her surrounding but finding nothing. She muttered a protection spell under her breath and picked up her pace. If she walked any faster. She'd be running. As she approached the house she was staying in she fumbled around in her purse, trying to find the keys on feel alone, to avoid taking her eyes off of her surroundings. The house was still three doors down, but she didn't want to get to the front door and have to frantically search for the keys. That would be just like a bad horror film. She heard the faintest of noises behind her and glanced back just as her hand found the keys. She pulled the keys from the bag as her eyes stared into the darkness, searching for the source of the noise.