Mary de Spell

Me? Lie! That’s preposterous. I’ve heard it’s bad for your skin.

You look guilty.

You’re lying.

What light?

Ah, I see.

I’m Mary.

Well, I couldn’t really make it out. That’s why I asked.

Is what you do not dark magic?

Not all of the time.

Then how does it work?

Well Sabrina’s cat had a soul in it, a human one. That’s dark magic.

I think we need to get you a talking cat.

Please, it doesn’t work like that.

I guess you’re Mary the teenage witch.

Exactly.

You’re welcome, Sabrina.

I am not Sabrina the teenage witch.

At the very back, behind this bush, there’s a broken part of the fence. Squeeze through it and you’re there.

Yes. No magic required.

Well where is it?

None of us can either and we don’t have magic to entertain ourselves with, but yet we’re still here. Escape this place fo a little while if it really bothers you that much. There’s a way through the garden.

There is?

Well, I’m not letting you risk it.

I’ll do what I want to do. I can’t stand being stuck in here for any longer.

Because you might die, Mary.

You don’t know that. And it’s not your choice to make.