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I nodded, not knowing what to make of his words.

“You brought me the ingredients,” she said, pointing to the small package in my hand. "Good. Now we can get to work.” I handed her the package and she placed it in the cauldron, stirring vigorously.

The mixture began to bubble and hiss, sending wisps of vapor into the air.

The scene was incredibly witchy and I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Eleanor was known for her powerful magic, and I didn't want to be on the wrong side of that.

I wondered, not for the first time, how Chloe trusted her so openly.

The woman seemed capable of turning people into frogs at will.

As she continued to stir the cauldron, she looked at me with a strange expression.

“You don’t trust me, do you?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

I hesitated for a moment. “I don’t trust anyone who uses magic for their own gain.”

Eleanor laughed. “Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? Magic can be used for good or evil, depending on the user's