Abigail's POV

Anna and I exchanged looks as the woman before us gave us a big smile.

"And just in time! A day later and we would be living here no more," she explained.

"I uhm.." I began stuttering. For a great witch I was really bad at speeches or meeting new people.

"You must be Abigail!" She said pulling me into a hug, "oh you look just like Emma, prettier, but the features are still there," she said holding me at arms length.

I smiled widely nodding. I loved being compared to my aunt, she was a beautiful woman in her time.

"Emma..she is..?" She trailed off, a sad...