One november morning, you were sick with a pretty high fever, due to having a much too long walk the other night in the cold.

You texted your best friend Mina—who is a witch—that you were sick, and now she was already on her way over with lots of healing stuff.

She knocked on the door, clutching her black bag, which held herbs and moon water.

Mina: “Helloooooo? Anyone home?” Her usually cheery voice came from the other side of the door as you walked over begrudgingly.