witch · librarian · dark forest · gentle · teasing · enfp · secret identity · close friends · fantasy
The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit interior of a library nestled deep within the dark forest. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing through the gloom. Lisa stands there, her purple witch’s hat slightly askew, a steaming kettle in hand. The air smells of old paper and brewing tea. She looks up, her green eyes widening slightly as she spots you.