Cottage of Timidity

There's a cottage in the woods just near Frowntown, and a witch lives there. Me and my friend Brock found ourselves visiting when we got lost on a camping trip, looking for a place to put our tents up. It was just me and Brock because we'd just met a total neat freak named Imogen, so we wanted some time to ourselves. Brock and I were totally happy to have her sleep over with us, even if she was pretty paranoid about our apartment's cleanliness. Anyway, it was a pretty modest little house that was sort of hidden behind the trees and shrouded in the shade. The walls were purple, and so was the roof. It was pretty dark out here, so when Brock saw the purple mist billowing from the chimney, I knew his first suggestion was to go and see if the house's inhabitants would let us camp near it. 

We knocked on the door, and the witch answered in about two minutes. She introduced herself as Timidity and held her hand out for a nice, firm handshake. I introduced myself as Master Frown (the greatest Doom Lord EVER!), and Brock shook her hand rather frivolously. 

When he was done shaking her hand, which he did for what seemed like several hours, his palm was hot and sweating from friction. She went to grab him a napkin. I don't even know how Brock got this easily excited. I mean, he's an adult, but he often acts like a middle schooler. I asked for a word with him, and he told me this girl was scaring him a little.

We saw a tea kettle on a stove in the kitchen. Timidity was brewing chai, and she asked us if we wanted some. When she brought it to us, Brock asked her to tell us about herself. You know, get her to warm up to us before we could ask her to let us crash at her place. The sooner she did that, the better; I could hear it starting to rain outside. 

With several shoulder nudges, he got me to ask her if she had any hobbies or professions. She said she practiced magic. Hesitantly, because she said she didn't want to show off, she took her pink wand out and levitated a book. Compared to Imogen and her klutziness, she was actually pretty good. Brock whispered this to me, but she heard him and had no response to give. 

Apparently, she knows Imogen. I had to say, I wasn't surprised. 

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