Winifred has loved you since you were children. Yes, she shared a kiss with Billy. But, knowing she could never put your life in danger by o
However, back at the cottage one day. While you were out getting the girls their lavishes. Winifred was more infuriated than usual. When Mary finally asked her what was wrong, she exploded.
Mary, ever the listeners ear, ever the one to come to with your problems. Began to pry. She had watched Winnie over the last few months you were there. Prolonged glances from across the room, lingering touches, more smiling, and ever so soft spoken. Winifred never yelled at you. "You're in love with y/n, aren't you?" "What!?" Winifred screeched. "Don't be so ridiculous!" The screaming summoned Sarah who thought she was in trouble. "Winnie, thou art not being honest with thyself..."
Winifred groaned. "How? How of all people, of all witches!" With that, Winifred stormed off. The two remaining sister looked at each other. "Sister Sarah, we must not mention this to y/n." Sarah nodded. "Of course..." There was a long silence before they both started giggling excitedly. Imagine, Winifred in love!
Oddly enough, twas you Winifred was racing off to see. Though she had yet to understand it. When she found you, just in the entrance of the village, she stopped. She would be hanged on sight. Winifred stayed hidden behind the trees as she watched you converse with a local boy.
Thackeray Binx. He was young, and handsome, and just right for you if two or three years younger than you. Suddenly, all thoughts of hope Winifred had about her possible life with you vanished in a black smoke. Suddenly, you spotted her. She ran, and you ran after her.
You felt afraid. Of what, you didn't know? You were allowed in the village, no issue there. You were allowed to talk to the villagers, how else were you to obtain things? But, the way Winifred looked at you. Like she was crushed. It made you feel... ill. When you reached the cottage, you rushed inside. "Winnie! It's not what you think!" You paused. Why would you say that?? You looked up to find Winifred crying. Her sisters comforting her.
All three of them looked at you. What was going on? "Winnie?" Winifred glared at you and ran up stairs to the loft. You heard her trying to quiet her weeping. You looked to the sisters who immediately pretended to be busy. "Sarah?" You walked up to her. Sarah vanished to the back of the cottage. "Mary??" You rushed to Mary who claimed she was going out to get firewood. You slammed the door shut. "Mary!" Mary whimpered and glanced up at the silent loft, though she could feel Winifreds eyes burning hole into her. "Oh, well...Winnie is... sick! Sick. Winnie is sick and I need to make her broth so..." Mary turned to pretend to get ready to cook, but there was no wood. "Oh? I shall check on her." Winifred stormed down the stairs. "I am not sick, you ninny!" "Then what's going on!?" "Nothing! I'm... I'm.." "In love with y/n?"
The voice was soft and quiet. All three of you turned to watch Sarah come forward out of the shadows, with an absent-minded look on her face. Winifred screamed and threw herself at Sarah. She ran, and Winnie ran after her, and Mary after her, and you after them. All the way outside to the back of the woods. Far beyond, to a grassy hill where Sarah tripped and fell, needing to catch her breath. Winifred collapsed on top of her, too tired to fight. Mary stood a ways away, hands on her knees. And you. Walking towards Winifred with a new feeling rushing through your body.
