"Witches? Really? Is this a joke?" James said.
He was trying to keep his cool but frankly, it was hard. He did know whether to be angry or laugh out loud. Was he lodging among loony old women? Should he leave at once and demand his money back? Was it really worth rooming with these crazy hags? Were they dangerous? Should he scram right now and avoid further problems?"
"Dubious? Let me show you, dear boy," smiled Hilda.
She waved her hand and muttered a few strange words. A glass full of a red beverage appeared in her hand. James stared at it, amazed to the last degree. It had happened. This had occurred right before his very eyes. Hilda handed him the glass, saying it was fine wine. She explained that a strapping young man such as himself should appreciate it upon his palate. James thought he should be more suspicious but he seized the glass, sniffed it and tasted it. Wow! It was a wine with spices and certainly of a very fine quality too! Without realising it, he downed the rest of his beverage. He thanked the witch profusely. All three gushed at the polite young man and told him to feel free to look around so as to select a room that might please him, but to not touch anything until he had decided upon a room and come back to them to inform the three sisters of his choice. James thanked them again and went in search of his future bedroom.
The house was cluttered, but very nice. It was bigger than what he had assumed at first. And the bedrooms quite plentiful. Also, some rooms looked to be old playrooms or where things were stored. Quite a few of those too, in fact. It might be nice, interesting certainly, to live with three witches. It must have its impressive perks. He smiled to himself, determined to ask more of the three sisters when he opened a room which got him gasping and flinching back in fright.