Savannah
When I imagined Anastasia Tresmanne, the image that popped up in my mind was that of an elderly lady dressed in majestic red and gold robes. With the power level she possessed, I concluded she would possess an air of arrogance around her considering how all the witches I had met so far, excluding Tia, were snobbish bitches and Anastasia was supposed to be even more powerful than Margaret, the witch leader. I guess it was presumptuous of me to assume so because the picture in my mind shattered into a million pieces the moment I spotted the lady gliding down the stairs, and I let out a silent gasp. Anastasia Tresmanne was nothing like the old, arrogant lady I had envisioned in my mind.
With her curly red hair and emerald green eyes that glowed with power, she looked to be in her
