The sick little witch

“Ellen… That’s a lovely name.” Her new friend seemed more on the laconic side, so it looked like it’d be her duty to actually start up conversations. Even though she did have many things she could talk about, she hesitated; uncertain which trails she could tread upon without insulting the sick girl.

When Viola told about herself, Ellen was surprised to hear she didn't seem to have mother. "I don't think there is much to tell about me either.." she started hesitantly. "Most of the time I'm alone here, with cat and my books. Sometimes people come to visit though, but usually don't come again." It was the truth, although naturally the witch's didn't tell a reason for why people didn't come again. 

The owner seemed to be bedridden, but that was not what surprised her most— it was the fact it was a girl around her age that happened to be the only living thing in the house that caught her attention.

A lonely, sick girl… Stuck in bed for what seemed a long time now; hair rather messy and eyes weakly glaring down the other… A sympathetic frown curled upon her lips as she realized what a poor sight she had been gazing upon. “Well, if you insist,” she murmured softly, pulling up a chair and sitting next to the witch’s side. Gently she extended one hand out towards her and gave her a smile. “I’m Viola. Who might you be?”

She seemed innocent enough, definitely a well-taken girl as per observations; but much too clueless. It was certainly quite a different victim from the norm.

Purrrrr. The cat seemingly laid down in his own comfort and purred happily, all the while he was actually speaking to Ellen; his words unheard by the oblivious blonde. “Ain’t she nice? Wanders around the forest a lot, I see her all the time. I never caught her ‘cause I thought she’d be nice for a different purpose.”

"I'm.. Ellen," she replied, still observing the girl that piqued her interest. She hadn't been interacting with other humans around her age though, so Ellen didn't know how to continue. She expected this other girl, Viola, do the talking instead. 

A duo of a girl and a black cat stood in front of the old tattered house, both staring up at it’s strange presence in the middle of the forest; one calm while the other rather unnerved. Viola knew how dangerous this place could be if you weren’t careful- and perhaps following the black cat was something only a fool would do- but yet something about it intrigued her.

Of course, the cat gave no response— it was an animal. It only give a short flicker of the tail and a meow, pawing upon the wooden door as if asking her to open it. “Might this be your home?” It was plausible the cat had gotten locked out by accident and sought her help… Hopefully the owner wouldn’t mind her generosity. “…Alright, I’ll let you in. But no further, okay?” Another meow of disappointment, much to her dismay. The black cat wasn’t done with it’s games, it seems.

Finally her hands rested upon the door handle, opening up to the house, the cat leading the way in with its tail waving happily. Nervously her own shoes stepped inside, a strange, empty entrance that caused the noise to echo instantly— almost as if the place were abandoned. Still with her doubts, she followed after the cat, through different rooms- a few in particular catching her eye- before a long hallway finally slowed down to their destination.

“In here,” the cat almost seemed to say, with it’s beady eyes looking up upon the girl. With a quick gulp of uncertainty, she finally opened up the door to Ellen’s room, the cat quickly running towards the witch’s side and hopping next to her on her bed, looking over at Viola once again

The house's door opened and while Ellen naturally couldn't see a thing, she was able to sense both the cat and a human entering the house. It was just as she had predicted - another victim. This one, however, was lead to Ellen's room by the black cat instead of getting caught by some mean traps on their way. Maybe the cat was trying to give her a chance to have fun, too. 

The cat jumped on her bed but Ellen didn't pay much attention to him: the girl who had just entered in her room was much more interesting. She seemed to be around the same age as Ellen herself. She also seemed to be from rather good home, her golden hair well-maintained and her white dress was clean. Ellen bet she had nice parents who actually cared about her. Kids like those made her angry. She didn't understand it herself, but she was actually jealous of them. 

All right, I’m finally back and alive & kicking!! Summer has started a some time ago but only now I feel like I actually have time to get back into RP-business. I’m sorry about all this mess here —

I have plenty of stuff in the drafts waiting for me to answer, but since some of them are from…. what, March??? I’m not sure do people actually have motivation to finish such an old threads.