Pigs grunt

Anne burped as she finished the last plate of roasted chicken and shepherd pie. The waiter was looking at both of them with amazement. 

Not only that, they all had shocking expressions on their faces when both of them finished a meal supporting twenty people.

Hazel leaned and rubbed her belly. It had been years since she had been this relaxed and did not need to worry about anything.

"Are you sure you want to meet them? Meeting them would only mean that you are challenging their coven.

Many are still sure that you did not die back then and wanted to take revenge for the death of all the witches from you." a dark ray of light passed through her eyes. 

Hazel chuckled as if she had heard a joke. Who cared about those fools. They will hate me no matter what.

So, it would be better that I look for myself now. I want to claim what I have let go of in my previous life.