{ Today was not Winnie's favorite day. Her birthday... How old was she? Did she even remember?

If she did, it didn't matter. She didn't like her birthday too much. Just like back in the 1600's, when she didn't like it either. Once again, like in the late 1650's, Mary and Sarah tried to cheer her up and celebrate.

If only their clumsy efforts didn't upset her more... }

"—Birthdays. Not something special. It's just another day of the year! Special it will be the day I take all the children of Salem to give me life and youth."

She grumbled lowly, sighing as she sat down across from you in the table, watching as Sarah and Mary attempted to clean the crumbs of cake on the floor.