For A While At Least

Tall Witch felt her features change. She wasn't the only one either. Her celtic, red headed companion did as well. Suddenly without warning, Muriel grabbed Tall Witch's hand for another experiment; she briefly held the witch's hand in an open flame. "EYAYTHGHT!" Tall Witch exclaimed loudly before realizing it was not burning her in the least. "Its not even warm…" Tall Witch exclaimed clearly amazed by the recent turn of events. 'Yeah. No shit.' Muriel thought to herself with a sly grin. She held the witch's hand their for a moment longer just to be sure. Then she felt the warmth. "Muriel….M-Muriel, i-its….i can feel heat!" Tall Witch cried out trying to yank her hand back. Muriel chuckled and released her companion's hand. Tall Witch glared at Muriel but did not say anything to her.

"Its no good if it won't last…" Red had explained. "I can make it last forever!" Muriel snarled back daring the younger witch to say otherwise. Tall Witch was waving her hand around trying to cool it down. Muriel spun around. "you do realize there is no one there, right? With this said, to whom are you waving to?" Tall Witch would have liked to tell her to go fuck herself but decided against it. Muriel was not one to mess with. If she 'liked' you and you were in her good graces then you had protection and relatively easy tasks. If she didn't like you…then you thanked your lucky stars that you were allowed to exist another day. There was one reason the potion did not work. They needed the main ingredient; a heart from a Grand White Witch. Muriel would have gone with Adrianna but the White Witch was way too powerful. In fact she could have ended Muriel easily with or without her wand.

Now with Adrianna dead, Gretel was open season. That poor excuse for a human didn't even know she was a witch; a Grand White Witch at that and would never know until it was just before her heart was removed from her accursed body. Another thing crossed her mind as well. She needed more witches and a final child. A girl child born on the 12th month of that year. Once all the children were assembled, they would be fed a concoction that would nullify their senses and relax them then one by one the children's throats would be slit and their blood drained into a large vat to be consumed by the witches. The children needed to be completely relaxed and complient with the request of Muriel because if the children were all bunged up then that could affect the spell outcome; and Muriel was not on to take any chances.

Grinning she thought back to her advesary Adrianna. She remembered their encounters in the past and how the normally non violent witch had threatened her if she came too close to her family. How she wished she could see the bitch's face as she pulled the still beating heart from Gretel. Adrianna's heart was too pure for this act. It would affect the spell in a most undesired way killing the witches rather than saving them form the fire. And She would have to act fast because Gretel's heart would more or less become very similar to her mother's as she got older and more experienced.

"Where's that damned troll?" Muriel hissed. She needed Edward to bash through and prevent the adults of the village from keeping the children from being taken. Edward was a big guy, and one swipe of his massive hand could send anyone on quite a flight.

Irritated once again, Muriel sent Tall Witch across to the plains of Africa to look for yet another deadly sister. She grinned to herself. 'soon Adrianna, your precious daughter's heart will be in my grasp, my sisters' will reign supreme, your idiotic but rather handsome son will be dead'. She muttered to herself. Things were going just as planned. Tall Witch was already in flight to Africa, Edward was being sought out by Red, the final child was already located in a nearby village and they had plenty of time left. But Muriel still wanted to hurry. She would leave no room for errors. Even with ample time mistakes could not, and would not be tolerated.