It was very rare for Witch Hazel to be alone in the house. She was relishing the opportunity for some peace and quiet, between her parents and siblings, the house always felt too full. Not just with bodies, but with drama and anxiety.
With her father out peddling some new drama and her siblings scattered, Witch Hazel made herself some tea. The wind chimes and the kettle were the only sounds. It was bliss. Now if only this would last...
