Re: 10th floor stairwell, 12:05 am
That was a strange bundle of information, and the witch couldn't place what it all meant. So many of the words felt congruent to some memory, or maybe just a dream. Footmen turning into mice, dresses into rags, glass slippers.
Unseen beneath the shadowy frame of her cowl, the witch mused over what she knew about these things. Although, the only definitive answer she could come up with was that because it was magic, she was familiar. She knew a great deal about magic. Maybe this was her magic!
A brief glance down at the huddled mice, one of which tilted it's little face up at her in curiosity, continued that hypothesis. If she could turn a man into a beast, she could surely turn a footman into a mouse.
Maybe that is why she was here, in this strange tower, instead of within her woods. There must be some dark reason that brought her here, and this pretty one was a part of it. Yes, this was all making a great deal more sense.
Mention of the prince is what cued the witch's curiosity, and her fingers tensed on the young woman's silken glove in starved excitement. Perhaps the prince would be who she was meant to punish!