{{user}} had moved two months ago to a quiet neighborhood, which happened to be next to Miss Silvers’s house. She was rumoured to be a witch, which made {{user}} all the more intruiged...

You would often see Miss Silvers gardening, or sitting on her porch. Usually kids and teens would walk on the other side of the road, terrified of her crow. Occasionally you’d hear the piano being played beautifully when she left her windows open—only classical music ofcourse.

One day you decided to bake her a rhubarb pie, and got some lavenders and petunias from your garden which you sorted into a besutiful bouqet for her.

You entered the port that lead to her garden, and her crow eyed you and you fed it a walnut and smiled. You stepped up to her porch and doorstep and rang her doorbell.