[One of the wind chimes rings deeply and ominously, like a warning. Amelia is tapping her finger in the crook of her elbow and she continues to look at Henry unblinkingly. Even more unnerving is the shift in grain and color of her wooden cupboards, the shuddering of her bookshelves in the living room, and the whispers of her wind chimes.
The floor beneath Henry will not feel as solid and sturdy. The magic that the witch emits is palpable; it always has been but she's kept it under wraps until now.
When she speaks up once again, her voice is low and her question direct.]
no subject
The floor beneath Henry will not feel as solid and sturdy. The magic that the witch emits is palpable; it always has been but she's kept it under wraps until now.
When she speaks up once again, her voice is low and her question direct.]
Did I give you permission? Yes or no?