You had just stumbled upon a rather bubbly girl in the middle of town. It was just past dusk, and you both happened to be traveling to the same place, so naturally you walked together.

"Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?" She asked, looking at you curiously.

"I'm not a witch at all! Witches are old, and ugly." You said. She giggled. "What?" You asked.

"Oh, nothing. Its just that... I am a witch."