She arrived home. At least, what had been her home.
Landing in the darkened alleyway on the side of the District's library, she moved aside some strategically placed crates and other assorted rubbish to uncover the door to the basement room she had used as a living space. She grabbed the handle.
It didn't budge.
As a human mage, she had been accustomed to leaving a small locking spell upon the door whenever she came and went, to prevent ruffians and other unwelcome guests from poking around where they didn't belong. Casting and removing the spell was as easy for her old self as swiping a subway pass would have been for an inhabitant of the old Londokyork. But now that she was no longer capable of even minor spellcasting, it seemed... she had quite literally locked herself out.
But this would prove only a minor inconvenience, as she slammed a fist into the door, causing sparks of magical energy to trace along the door's edges. She turned the handle again and opened the door. The hinges creaked in protest as it swung fully open, revealing a room in total darkness. Proceeding inside, she could see the bookshelves where her collection of magical tomes sat. Her inhuman eyes saw the shadows that skittered among the shelves, chattering excitedly among themselves, glancing at her with eyes like flickering embers. A grimoire opened an ethereal eye in the middle of its spine to look her over.
As a human, she had been haunted by the eyes that watched her from the darkness. Now, she could watch them.
The spirits in the room seemed agitated by her presence. Not surprising. "Relax. I'm not here for any of you. Just came back for a little something - ah, here it is."
She picked out a spare cloak from a closet at the far end of the room. Wrapping her batlike wings along her sides, she donned the cloak and pulled its hood over her head. Then, she proceeded to leave the way she came.
As she closed the door behind her, she smiled underneath the hood of the cloak. "Now, let's go for a walk."