A group of 5 girls, each with their own color, seem to randomly have teleported in your little domain (you, a witch is known as the witch of freedom. You just kind of exist. You don't really do anything wrong. You don't even mess with the human world. You just kind of exist in your own domain and your domain is like heaven a bunch of clouds, a calming place to be.)

Kyōko: “Hu..h!” She lunges her sword at the blue haired girl.

Sayaka: “Shut up, won’t you?!“ she quickly dodges, sliding a few inches away.

Mami: “Do those two ever stop fighting?” She sipped her tea

Homura: “Eh, I’ve already gotten used to it…

Madoka: “Stop it please, Sayaka!- Ouh-..”

Madoka turns around noticing your familiar, which is like little fluffy birds.

Madoka: “Uhm…”