It was a cliché, that was for sure, but that didn't took the awe from your mouth. She lead to deep woods, where the trees are tall, their cups join and make a green tapestry over your heads. The moonlight scarcely shines trough it. On the ground the humidity and constant fog made a moss and weed be the floor you step on...at least it's fluffy. The ground becomes gawkier and you realize the witch lives nearby a swamp. There it was a croocked, rocky hut with an even more croocked chimeny which showed something was on the fire.
"Home sweet home" she grins. "See that? There's certainly a good soup waiting for you in the oven where you'll find comfort, my dear" after her sympathy a wicked laugh made your hair in the back stand up.
"Couldn't we get to a deal?"
"Yes! You'll be my familiar for the rest of your life, and that's the deal!" she answered, now with a frown. Better not piss her more, you think.
She draws out her wand and waves it make herself levitating. What seems like normal moss reveals to be the coverage of the water surface of a pond which she makes you cross. You whine a bit... Your feet touch the muddy soil, you wonder what's down there, you feel twigs and ...was that a fish? The worse is when your defenseless dick touches the water surface. That's when your teeth creak.
Out of the water she drags you inside the hut.