Gone to the witch's house - Part 3

After making sure that we'd gotten the right house, Luke knocked on the door, waiting for the witch to come out. Now that we'd arrived, I began to feel anxious about learning the truth. Although I did say that I would accept the reality that I am a witch, I would much prefer to know that I am human.

After all, I've lived my whole life as a human. But suddenly, on a very snowy day, someone said that I was a witch. Of course, I would be surprised.

Following the knock, a few clattering sounds were heard before the door finally creaked open. The same black-haired witch opened the door, resting against the wall with both arms clasped to her chest as she took in the sight of her guests. 

"I didn't expect to have you here so soon," she chuckled. "I suppose I'm your only choice?" She shot us a knowing smile, then moved away from the door to let us enter. "Please, come in."