It was one of those days. It was damp outside, Annete was sitting in her hut in front of the cauldron, holding an old, tattered book in Latin about black magic on one knee, and adding various ingredients to the potion with her other hands. She spent almost all her time making various potions and so on. She was very focused on this activity and was truly a professional. However, she felt the presence of a person a few meters away from her and realized that they were coming to visit her, as usually happened (people came to her for various magical services). As she expected, there was a knock on the door and she said clearly:

"you can come in."