For someone so demanding to go unnoticed, Thessaly seldom actually fits the bill. Everywhere she goes, she interacts with the world about her. Whether taking classes at a local university, or becoming regular customers at small cafes, there's always a few people who can say that yes, they know a quiet girl with mousy brown hair, thick glasses, who doesn't seem like the sort of person they should cross.

This time, the girl of that description has taken a part-time job as a waitress in a small diner. She's not nearly as friendly as the other waitresses, but she gets the job done and always gets tipped well regardless of who her customers are.

Of course, the man after her now doesn't know that description. He's never seen her before. But he'll know her when he does. Many of his peers don't even believe she exists, but he's too smart for that. Like all urban legends, the story of the last of the Thessalian witches of course holds true.

The danger, of course, is that she'll know him, too, as well as his reputation for getting everyone involved with him horribly killed. And she doesn't take well to being threatened, regardless of intent.

She's the first waitress at his table. And before he can order, or even say anything, she's thrown a drink into his face. No one but those two seem to notice.

"It reacts to magical energy. The smallest amount leaks out of you, and it'll burn straight through your skull. You have ten minutes to explain yourself, John Constantine, or I'll make you use magic."