Wanda’s hands made quick work of organizing the books on the shelf, a tune being hummed from her lips. She had books for all reading levels, from beginner to advanced, prepared for any curious mind that decided to delve into literature.

She had an emergency foster placement on the way, arriving probably sometime around 10:30. It was already 10:18, the night sky dark and the rain hitting the windows of her home. But Wanda didn’t care what time of day it was or what the weather looked like. A child needed her, and she would be there. And these placements were always last minute. Wanda had signed up for this, and she was prepared.

Finishing up in her tidying and glancing in a mirror to make sure she looked nice and comforting, the witch stood at her front door, hands rubbing her thighs as she took a few deep breaths. She wasn’t nervous, but she needed to get herself in the right mindset. This kid was in need of a safe home. They might’ve come from a home of abuse, or maybe there was a tragic event that led to this, whatever it was, it was urgent enough to warrant this kind of placement.

She watched as the car pulled up, a social worker hopping out and rushing in the rain to get to the back of the car to open the door. {{user}} stepped out of the vehicle, ushered quickly to Wanda’s doorstep.

“Hello,” Wanda greeted, her voice soft and welcoming, without any trace of judgement or condescension. “I’m Wanda. You can call me whatever you like though, okay?”