“My name is Annie Wenderell. My home is, or was, in the village of Salem.” She stopped, and looked you straight into your eyes. “Tell me, what year is this?”
“Eh? Um, twenty ten.” You respond.
“What calendar do you use here? What is twenty ten?”
“Oh sorry, that would be two thousand and ten.”
“Oh my.” She looks quite stunned. “My incarceration was in the year of our Lord One thousand six hundred and ninety two. I had expected to be released again within a handful of years, after the trails had ended.”
“So were you a witch then?” you ask. Annie glances around somewhat furtively, and then focuses back on you.
“As you have released me, can I assume you are not Puriten?” You look blankly back at her. “Do you support the Puriten ideals?” You continue to look blankly, not really sure what she means. “Do you oppose witchcraft?”
“Oh. Um, no. Not really. To be honest it’s all ancient history. We don’t have any witches anymore.”
“Well, you do now. I was indeed a witch, but managed to persuade a good friend to help me to escape the trails that were destroying our community and way of life. However, my plan was to be release much sooner. This is rather unfortunate.”
OK. So you have a naked witch sitting on your bedroom floor, who seems to have been stuck in an ethereal form in a glass bottle for over 300 years. You have had the last couple of minutes to study her a little more, and beyond assessing her age as around thirty, you have decided that she is a very attractive woman. Her hair is jet black and her eyes green -suppose that comes with the territory of being a witch really. She is quite short, around 5’4, quite slim, almost anorexic.
“So you can do magic then?” you ask.
“Yes and no. My powers have been affected by my vaporization, and I will not regain my strength for a while You would do me a great honor by providing me with some clothing, as I was not able to retain any in my ethereal form; and perhaps some sustenance.”
Ah, so you have a witch with no powers, who needs some clothes and feeding. Hmm, well, looks like it’s turning into an interesting day, if not quite what you had envisaged.
OK. One thing at a time. You don’t really want to have a naked woman wondering around the house, so clothes should be the first priority. Your immediate thought was to raid your closet, but with Annie being 6 inches shorter than you, and obviously with different shape requirements, you soon discount this option. Of course! Annie doesn’t seem to much different in size to your younger sister Emma, so the obvious solution is to ‘borrow’ something from her.
You step out of your room and knock on Emma’s bedroom door. You hope she’s not there (looking at your watch she should be out on her daily jog at the moment).
Is she at home or not?
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