Magdalene eyes were teary and red. Her heart ached from the discovery. All her life she always saw herself as a simple human girl, did this mean that the villagers speculation about her being a witch were right.. She was conflicted and didn't know how to accept such a thing. Lord Norman nodded to her question making her let out a soft sob.
"It's nothing to be scared off. Calm down Magdalene don't think too much" Lord Norman comforted her.
"okay" She said softly but her expression said otherwise.
"We are here to figure out the kind of being you are. Right now we are clueless and don't worry you aren't a witch because there's no witch trait in you" Lord Norman said again and Magdalene nodded.
"What is she?" Lord Lucas asked the old witch Sheila.
" I only have a suspicion but I can't say it out aloud until it is confirmed" The witch Sheila responded.
"How do you do that" Lord Lucas asked.
"I'll perform a ritual to trace her origin" She replied.