She hummed softly as she tapped her foot on air, hands lazily rested on the arms of the black chair she sat on. The black leather matched her hair, just like it matched her long nails and flowing gown. Her lips were smeared with black lipstick, just as thick as the mascara that brushed her short lashes up. Her nails continuously drummed on the leather chair, just as both shoed feet tapped on the floorboard and air.
A small smile spread on her face as she heard the footsteps of her trusted assistants. She knew what they were rushing over to tell her, way before they even knew what was happening. The moment it happened, she knew. It was her job after all to keep an eye on him.
The three older witches ran into the room, all instantly fell on their knees to show their respect to the
