Alone again, you trot back to the door of the cottage and fumble at it with your clumsy paws. You are able to turn it however and it surprisingly opens. You cautiously step inside expecting something like an angry black cat to assault you.
There is no black cat, just a dimly lit cottage interior with a bubbling cauldron in the center and shelves of potions, vials and ingredients lining the walls. There is also a large bookshelf containing various tomes and books. The light is emanating from various candles throughout the room. You smirk at the idea of a witch who drives something modern and high-tech like a motorcycle yet refuses to use electric light.
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