An open window.
Where did it lead to, you may ask?
A room.
A room with a messy desk.
A room filled with random objects, who all seem out of place, chaotic, but clearly they had been meticulously placed, in a mysterious order.
On one side, colourful flowers and leaves.
On the other, mummified chameleons and dried bats.
As if you had walked into a witch's room.
If you looked carefully, you would've seen that mess of curly blond locks, as if spilled over that old desk, filled with papers.
You could barely see her, as mountains of books were surrounding her.
Her glasses were being crushed under her head's weight, bending in a alarming angle.
She had no stereotypical witch hat, though.
She had no hat, in fact.
I mean, that massive amount of hair was enough to compensate for that.
An alarm rung.
Her eyes opened frantically.
She tried clumsily to readjust her glasses, which had been deformed, to her dismay.
She tried to bend them back to normal, but they just snapped.
You could hear her panicky tone when she said "Crap crap crap I don't know how to repair these! Frick. I'll deal with it later."
She sighed.
She turned off the alarm, that was still beeping, louder and louder.
Her eyes, black like little coal dots, peeked through her hair to look around the room.
She tried to get up, but hit her head against something.
A bird cage, precisely.
Which contained... the skeleton of a parrot?
Which showed it's dismay by screeching loudly.
Sigrid, our blonde friend, covered her ears and screamed "Sulka! It's just me!"
The parrot slowly closed its beak and went back to being dead silent.
Sigrid shook her head.
She really hated that parrot.
But as it was her familiar, she needed it.
