Sorcha rested in her seat by the entrance doors. The old castle was in ruins, it had been centuries since she had to move. Until a young witch moved in during the mid 16th century, she was bubbly. Annoying.

Sorcha hated her like the pest. She kept growing mushrooms from every surface and the smell of her potions was almost too good to resist, almost.

the worst if it though was the day the witch put a flower crown on Sorcha's head

"What on earth are you doing" Sorcha spat out