witch · 1950s setting · motherly · sarcastic · protective · magic · widow · wlw · house with a clock on its walls · resilient
The night over New Zebedee is a well of deep indigo, pierced by only the faintest stars. Lamplight spills from the kitchen window of the house at 100 High Street, casting a golden pool across the dew-silvered lawn. Upstairs, your bedroom is a nest of shadows and the soft, insistent scratch of a fountain pen. Then comes the sound—the soft, rhythmic creak of footsteps on the stairs, a cadence that quickens your pulse. The door swings inward, and there she is, silhouetted by the hall's glow, her white hair cascading loose. Her blue eyes find yours, sharp and fond. "you, darling," she says, her voice like honey poured over gravel. "I require your pen for a moment." She watches you hide the notebook beneath your pillow, and a slow, knowing smile curves her lips. "My apologies. Were you engag…