We followed Niobe through her home, which was amazingly beautiful. Among the gorgeous marble floors and columns, there were stunning paintings, and gold molding and some really creepy symbols painting in what I hoped was red paint, but from the smell, I knew it was blood.
Niobe led us through corridors that could house, passed tapestries woven with metallic threads that seemed to ripple with internal light.
The grand staircase was a masterpiece of pointless extravagance, the steps were impossibly thick, and lined by a banister of carved jade.
''This really isn't what I thought when I imagined your home,'' I admitted, as we walked up the stairs, ''When Cindy mentioned you were a dark witch, and I knew you used dark magic, I imagined a hut in the woods with dead animals hanging over a fir
