“You can sit here.” The girl instructed me. “Don’t touch anything.”
She did not have to tell me that twice. I couldn’t really say that after spending one night with the witches that I was well acquainted with them, so I did not know which objects in her study were magical and which were just objects. I wasn’t accidentally going to hex myself, certainly not after enduring the pains from the girl's previous spell.
The room wasn’t as big as Airis’ study room had been. Instead, the head witch of this coven had elected for a more cosy interior. The room only really fit two bookshelves, her desk and two chairs. But much like the rest of the house, everything was lined with herbs, plants and candles. They had painted the walls black, and the wooden floorboards had darkened with age too. There
