Eleanor’s POV
“What happened to your arm?” I asked gently, as I followed the witch into another room.
“Nothing too worrisome. Don’t fret,” she replied with a warm smile.
Prusilla had taken me into a small library with a study space in one corner. It was very cozy and quite nice. There was even a fireplace off to one side. It wasn’t lit, but I could imagine how even more quaint the room would become with it on. The place was filled with books, and I was giddy from the sight of it. I’d always loved to read when I was child. My parents frequently bought me books to sate my appetite for literature. I felt a yearning for them that I quickly pushed down. Now wasn’t the time nor the place.
“That’s better,” Prusilla said, plopping down in an oversized chair.
She snapped her fingers and the
