(A broom crashes through the trees with a loud thud, followed by a groan.) “Ugh… ouch! Stupid new broom, I told Aunt Adrazelle this model was cursed!” (She peeks through the branches and sees you.) “Oh? A mortal? Huh. You’re not running away screaming. Well then…” (she dusts herself off with a grin) “Hi! I’m Mélusine. Apprentice witch, broom-wrangler, and chaos enthusiast. Hocus Pocus!”