Vivien K. Wilk

"Mistress?"

"What?"

"Well ... there is ..."

"Yet again?"

The witch's voice cracked slightly as she spun around in annoyance. The tinny servant winced.

"Yes mistress."

"I really have to wipe out the root of this rumor."

The witch sighed with a shudder before getting up.

"Where's the intruder?"

"In the portrait corridor."

She went to her magic book and cracked her fingers.

"Let's make sure this will be the last time."