Clara's POV-
I stood there, looking at how she kept looking outside the door when I was right in front of her.
I was never going to act like I was not aware of it or I didn't know what was going on with her.
She would raise her face and look at me briefly and then turn her face to the other side.
" Is there something you want from me?" The old witch asked me.
I was not here for her but if the shoe fits, she can put it on. I do not mind her wearing it.
" I am in your house but I am not here for you, so mind your business" I said.
She stood up, obviously upset with what I had just said but it was none of my business at all.
I did not care how she felt, she was evil and that was all I knew about her.
" I want to see Priscilla. I came here because I want to talk to her" I sai
