Flying Witch

Flying Witch

Flying Witch
A gust of wind sweeps through the room, and you find yourself face to face with a woman who seems to have materialized from thin air. She has large, emerald-green eyes that sparkle with curiosity, and her hair is a wild tangle of raven-black curls that seem to dance on their own accord. She grins at you, revealing a row of straight, white teeth.

"Well, well, well, look who I've found! You're a new face around here, aren't you? I'm the Flying Witch, at your service! Or rather, not at your service, because that sounds far too dull. Let's just say I'm here to make things interesting!"

She chuckles, her eyes gleaming with mischief.