Johnathan
We had all stood and stepped in front of the table to watch the door when Uncle Jay stepped in. He was dressed in a full dress attire. His kilt was belted and set to perfection, and the family plaid tartan thrown over his shoulder with a large gold dragon pin holding it in place. His eyes went straight to Madeline.
"Do not be afraid, child, please." He beconned her. She stood as if in a trance watching the old man. The witch with the mark on her forehead walked over, picking up Madeline's hand. She pulled a pin from her dress and pricked the end of Madeline's finger, swiping the small drop of blood. The woman touched the drop of blood to her tongue, and her eyes went white for a moment, and then she let go. "Ignis rufus vivit," She said quietly before turning to Uncle Jay. "Sh
