Nightmare

Artemis loved tutoring young women, especially with self defence classes and archery, taught them discipline and how to contemplate every situation without the agonising feeling of being hopeless when confronted with stressful sites. If it was for her those little girls would never be damsels in distress. As the matron of the orphanage left to do her private business Artemis volunteered to help while she was out, god forsake those children being left alone and something vicious happened to them, which isn’t so uncommon due to their currently living realm.

A fatigued sigh escaped from her lips, entertaining all those children was a difficult task. “Alright then, who’s ready to eat? I’m certain those chicken pies are delicious —oh,"caught aback with the older woman sudden presence,turning her head in her direction, her hard chestnut brown curls bouncing in the air, a smile adorning her features, "Ms berger, I hope it’s okay to feed them, I think they’ve done enough physical activities. They must be hungry, even if it’s too earlier for supper.”

"Oh, dear call me Bella. There's no need for surnames in this place and you are one of my dearest helpers and I'll accept no formalities from you." Answered while taking a seat in the nearest sofa. "About the eating part I am sure you have drained every single drop of energy out of them so it's also ok" Completed the Beldam with childish silly eye blinking

When she first arrived in this magic soaked world she knew she had found the world's biggest power bank just waiting for her to recharge and retrieve what were hers. So she came up with a deceiving and full of mischief plan that involved using all her seamstress skills. 

She would found an orphanage so she could feed on the life of abandoned children by eating the buttons she sewed on their uniforms, which was working more than fine.

And it was coming the second part of the plan with the ad:

High Fashion To Order

If you are tired of your old fashioned clothes or just want to fix your dearest you have just found the Belldam of the sewing.

Find me at The Pink Palace Orphanage or at the number (xxx) xxx-xxxx

When the clients started to show up she would use cobwebs to retain the city's magic and the money to keep the Pink Palace working.

With pleasure dripping from her soul she stepped out of newspaper and was heading home.

“What you have here, my dear?” The woman asked pointing to his hands.

“One of my buttons fell down while I was playing at the garden.” Bella’s eyes seemed to shine at the event as she knew it was the signal that the button have already fullfiled its purpose and was now soaked with life energy that the spider webs wouldn’t hold it anymore. Controling her excitment she replied, “there’s no problem in that, silly. Follow me that I’m fixing it in no time.”

Putting a cozy arm on his shoulders she guided him into the only forbidden room of the Pink Palace, her attic.

The boy was looking unconfortably at the doors as he knew the rules. ‘No kids are allowed in here.’ He remembered her saying in his first day.

Noting the boy’s aprehension she gave him her best smile and said, “ there’s no problem entering here today. I have to fix this and you can’t go running around with your uniform like that.”

With shy steps the boy crossed the door’s arch just to notice that the room was much bigger and dreamier then he expect.

It was a big purple and red room with a huge bookshelf, but instead of book there were candies of all sorts, except for an old fashioned spinning wheel in the center of the room, it could be easily mistaken as play room of a kid by the quantity of toys that were pilling up the corners.

“Feel free to do whatever you want while you wait.” He heard somebody saying and with this permission he attacked the candies and the toys at once.