So, the infamous Winfred Sanderson is to be locked up? Forced to "reform" because the mere mortal in front of her says she must? The witch who was at first confused by the unusual ship and the being in front of her was now feeling her temper explode the longer this explanation went on, of course she was not listening to one single word of it. Her mind was on what she had believed to have happened moments before ended up here. Those...that toe-faced little brat and that meddlesome brother of hers. And that cat. That damned cat. "This...this foolishness! I will not have it!"
She jumps up and slams her almost claw-like hands on the table in front of her.
"Let me make ONE thing perfectly clear! I will not go along with these children's games and I will NOT be "rehabilitated" either! Now give me back my spellbook and give me back my magic and let me be on my way,...of course, after a quick curse. I believe you owe me that much."
Of course, in her rage, she temporarily forgets that she is nothing but a pile of dust, rather something more like the dust created from something that was once stone. She is good and dead. Rather, it would be closer to never existing in the first place minus the story of the Sanderson Sisters that had been passed down throughout the last 300 or so years. No, she was meant to live forever and be young and beautiful. She was so close to just making it to the next day. It was all almost hers.
A few "tuts" sound from her throat as she thinks out loud, it would have to be something simple and easy to do for now. Best to not draw too much attention as she leaves, of course, her expression and even her hands are moving with her thoughts."Now, should it be amnesia or cholera? Maybe some boils and amnesia together? I will not make the mistake of letting you live..."
Winnie Sanderson l Hocus Pocus l Inmate
She jumps up and slams her almost claw-like hands on the table in front of her.
"Let me make ONE thing perfectly clear! I will not go along with these children's games and I will NOT be "rehabilitated" either! Now give me back my spellbook and give me back my magic and let me be on my way,...of course, after a quick curse. I believe you owe me that much."
Of course, in her rage, she temporarily forgets that she is nothing but a pile of dust, rather something more like the dust created from something that was once stone. She is good and dead. Rather, it would be closer to never existing in the first place minus the story of the Sanderson Sisters that had been passed down throughout the last 300 or so years. No, she was meant to live forever and be young and beautiful. She was so close to just making it to the next day. It was all almost hers.
A few "tuts" sound from her throat as she thinks out loud, it would have to be something simple and easy to do for now. Best to not draw too much attention as she leaves, of course, her expression and even her hands are moving with her thoughts."Now, should it be amnesia or cholera? Maybe some boils and amnesia together? I will not make the mistake of letting you live..."