“Do I really have to stay here?” Tamara complained as she exited the car, “I’m eight! I’m too old for daycare!”
“Tammy we’ve been over this,” the girl’s tired mother reiterated, “Your father and I have a meeting all day, and one of my friends runs this place. She offered to look after you for free.”
The actual daycare building was small. It only contained a lobby, a singular playroom, a staff area, and a “bathroom” which mostly contained training potties and changing tables. The mother walked her daughter into the lobby, and signed the young girl in.
“This place is for babies,” Tamara sighed, looking through a small window in the door to the playroom.
“Technically toddlers,” the receptionist corrected, much to the girl’s disapproval.
The mother finished up the sign-in, said goodbye to her daughter, and turned away.
“You can already find the playroom,” the receptionist told Tamara, “Ask one of the handlers if you need anything.”
The young girl opened the door and entered the room. Inside, roughly fifteen children aged two to five years were engaged in various activities such as playing with toys, arts and crafts, and pretend house. As Tamara surveyed the room, she noticed that she had outgrown all said activities years ago.
“This is gonna be a long day,” the girl sighed.
“I’ll bet,” a five year old girl who was playing with dolls right next to the door responded, “If you want, you can play with me!”
The older girl rescinded this generous offer in a rude manner.
“I’m not going to play with any of you babies,” she muttered as she walked away.
The girl who asked the question heard this. Any normal child of her age would have gotten angry, cried, or even just said “No I’m not!” Said girl was far from a normal child. As Tamara walked away, she made sure no other child was looking and that all the attendants were distracted. Then, she made a hand sign, pointed it at her victim, and chanted. In a few seconds, the eight year old stopped in her tracks and went unconscious. Little did she know, the little girl she turned down was actually a fledgling witch who had just placed a spell of transformation on her.