Nadya was walking about and looked at all the spells she knew. There were some she didn't know but was certain she would learn. She didn't do magic as much as she does cursing, she was the stereotypical gypsy. Beautiful, enchanting and cursed anyone who wronged her. She was thinking of what kind of curse to put on Abbadon when a book hit her in the head, she rubbed where it hit and the grabbed the book and flipped through the pages.