You get up and turn around, wanting to get to your room. "Even doing study is better than playing with Hannah" you think. Use don't notice Hannah waving your hand, but you do notice that you feel odd, almost like if your body is falling asleep. The feeling is greatest at your extremities, so you look at your hands, just in time to notice them shrink.
"What's happening to me?" you ask frightened. You stagger away, confused why something is happening, but it is clear what is happening, since you grab a mirror and see that the reflection is like that when your was 7.
Hannah starts to giggle. "Like what I did. I like you much more as a seven year old." You turn to face her, realizing that she is responsible for your lost of age. While you don't or didn't, believe in witchcraft, you didn't believe someone you become younger. "Are you a witch?" you ask to a nodding Hannah.
"Like my magic, John. Do you want to play?" she asks sweetly. You consider your position. While giving in is safest, you do want to, yet from the tone of her voice, she probably will do worse to you if you refuse.
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