EMILY
“Come on, Rachel,” Rita let out, trying to restrain herself from laughing, ”the woman is literally dying… that's hardly something to celebrate.”
Chiming in, Aunt Lena supported, “Rachel, it's not tasteful to wish death on others. You don't get to call people ruthless and mean, and then turn around and behave the same. You should know better.“
“Well, I'm not wishing death on the woman,” Rachel explained, grinning, as she now leaned on the table. “If she has ingested the mandrake root, she's going to die anyway, and I will be a liar if I say that's not good news to my ears. Good riddance, if you ask me.“
I wanted to say something, but it was pointless. Rachel, like many witches, couldn't give a rat's a*s if all the werewolves were to burn before them. If anything, it would make th
