Liza was panicking and...well, on the ground with a pumpkin for a head. You know, typical day for a thirteen year old witch. Her small hand flinched as she felt a hand on her neck her instant thought being that it was her again, the hag had returned to finish the job. “Mmm” she grumbled her hands tightening for a second as she listened not really speaking at all. Her voice would hardly have been heard if she spoke with the pumpkin.

If she could, if she dared she would have cried out for Mav, she would have asked her sister to come – but she knew she would. Her heart was still racing, though at a slower steadier pace as her fear was slightly abating.