CYNTHIA MAXIMILLIAN P.O.V
She is wearing the same color and design of my mother's coat. I always saw my mother in my dreams with that kind of cape. She take off her hat and look on us. A woman. She's a witch.
"Who are you?"-Eugene. His eyes changes its color.
"You have a beautiful eyes, young one."-she said.
"I feel like we always have visitors so often."
"I'm sorry, Pricilla."-I said. She sigh. She steps forward and everyone of us are freezing.
"You look exactly like her."-she said.
"Are you one of those witches that hates my mother?"-I ask. She caresses my cheeks.
"Stay away from her!"-Ulysses. He breaks free and attack her. She steps back and just defend herself and we can mow move again. Eugene is about to attack her as well when a loud noise stops us. Aunt Clara drops of the tray that she's holding. Even aunt Miranda is also surprised. They just glare at her.
"L-little squirrel?"-they both said.
"It's been 57 years, two siblings."-she