Jin Jing was a witch. A witch disguised as many things.
She was an Animagus. Meaning, she could take the form of any animal she felt like. She was also the eerily oldest witch alive. But her outward appearance betrayed such claim.
Jin Jing was only in her Mid thirties in present date and time but in reality, she was about a thousand years old. The crafts passed from generations to generations fell upon her able shoulders and so, she knew all the secrets of the unknown.
Today, she was a house fly perched on the wall of a certain Ballroom.
The party was in full swing, as teenagers were stupidly using their elemental powers.
From her position on the wall, she could see a vibrant red haired boy try to mould some glass cups into a sculpture. He succeeded in moulding it, the crowd cheered just for a brown haired boy to breathe fire on the sculpture and reduce it to nothing but ash.