'The flames look good on you.' 'But you do not need the flames to be beautiful...' The small witch found herself blushing at those words, her body relaxing as he pressed closer to her. She found herself leaning into him slightly, a small smile on her lips. Why was she letting herself fall into this? Why was she letting herself draw closer and closer? She hardly knew him, yet she desired to know more. She wanted to know as much as she could about him.<br/><br/>The small witch bit her lower lip as he drew away, her gaze following him as he left the room, the door shutting behind him. The flames vanished, the faint, red circle vanishing from the floor as she bit her lower lip. Was he fighting with his own feelings? With his own mind? She wasn't sure, though she still had her own feelings to sort out. But not even she could deny the growing affection towards him, the fluttering feeling she had whenever he was near. It seemed to linger now, especially after he had been so close to her. She left the room, her mind racing still as she walked towards the stairs, her eyes falling on him. "Micheal..." She said, her voice was soft, almost lost, the small witch unsure of what to say at that moment.