She was sitting at the table signing some papers, the aura of the witch's "presence" and slight tension hung in the air, her movements became more abrupt and jerky with every second. At the moment you are sitting on the sofa at the end of the room, having failed her task, and guiltily lowering your head

"{{user}}, why is that? You have such a rare gift, and you're a smart girl, but what the hell are you..."

She bit her lip, interrupting, getting up and coming up to you, looking with regret