The Accused Witch

Part 6

Rowena sighed as she paced back and forth in the hallway.

"There you are!"A voice exclaimed down the hall

Rowena was unsure of who it was but gasped at how unrecognizable Philippa was without tears running down her face and her voice was soft and mischievous.

"How are you?"

Rowena scoffed "Not great"

"Aww...poor thing why?" she tilted her head

Rowena starred, and Plilipa looked back with a questioning look.

"Why?" she repeated

"Erm...Because you ACCUSED ME OF BEING A WITCH?"Rowena Burst out

"Ah yes..." Plilipa glanced at the walls.

Rowena was enraged at the little to no guilt in her voice. "What do you want?"

"To help. I can mentor you through this." She said calmly

"Y-You YOU CAUSED THIS! WHY WOULD YOU? YOU KNOW PHILIPPA, YOU KNOW I AM NOT A WITCH AND NEITHER IS ABIGAIL! Why?" Rowena looked into her eyes "Why?"

Plilipa turned away "I had to"

Rowena had a million questions she wanted to ask "I have to go..."she said instead

She passed Phillipa and gave her a cold look.

And right before she left she heard her whisper "I'm always here if you need help"

Rowena let her mind wander as she tried to comprehend the entirety of what just happened.

She had no idea what time it was but by the time she came back to her senses, she was a few streets down from her house.

It was getting late, the sun was setting over the distant mountains so Rowena decided to go home.

She Stalked back a few streets and turned right.

Rowena was soon at her doorstep before she could knock the door swung open.

"Rowena"

"Mother"

"Sit" she instructed as Rowena stepped through the door

"Mother-" Rowena started

"Rowena Elizabeth Meadow of Chamaedorea"

Rowena winced, this was going to hurt. The last time her mother used her full name was when she "accidentally" hit a kid at the Saturday market.

"Y-yes mother?" she replied weakly

"Now I need you to be truthful. Are you or are you not a witch?"

"I'm not! You did not have to ask it"

"With your nose in a book, I do not know what to expect anymore"

"Mother I know your mad-"

"I'm not mad, I'm disappointed"

Ouch

"How was I supposed to stop it?"

"Act like a lady perhaps? Focus on your embroidery or signing of for goodness sake art! Paint! Just don't-"

"Read?"

"Ask questions! You ask too many questions! And yes, no books."

"Bu-" Rowena protested

"Go to sleep" Mother walked into the kitchen

Rowena sighed and obliged