“Oops,” the witch said. “I really need to get glasses to read these spells correctly.”
Pitch, her black cat, sat before her now, filing her nails with an emery board. The girl’s long black hair trailed down her back and her eyes were obsidian stones.
“Well, this is interesting,” the cat-now-girl hissed. “I can do so much more as one of you, can’t I ?”
The witch paged furiously through her book...