Amanita was off guard, writing something down in her journal which was chunky. Her lmanberg cape flowing with the wind while she leaned against a tree, her witch hat sneakily hiding her pure white eyes.

With a sigh she snapped the journal shut and placed the pen and book neatly into her satchel. Her reddish-brown hair flowing down her back slightly as she hummed. Suddenly, she felt like someone was watching her. She quickly began walking, her voices whispering ominously…