Witch, 56

“Alright, can you see?”


“Good. Can you move your arms?”


“Good. Are you ready?”


“Good. Come on.”

James put a hand on Ron’s lower back and slowly started to walk him somewhere, blindfolded and with his arms bound behind his back. James had moved everything out of his path, and soon they were stepping outside. “Hm.”

Witch, 38

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Taking care of the garden.”


“I appreciate it.”

“I just needed something to do.”

“You did it well, it looks really nice.”


“Except for this one dead plant here in the corner.”

Ron rolled his eyes, glaring at the withered chokevine. “It had it coming.”