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Not all witches are wicked write a story about good witch in 250 word essay

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Once upon a time in a land far, far away. There lived a young woman. The woman lived in a small cottage house on the east coast, with her two lovely sons, her husband, and their pet dog. One warm evening the woman was sitting outside sweeping the front porch of her cottage, staring out into the orange and yellow horizon when she heard a whisper call her name. Startled, she dropped the broom and turned around to see who it was. There stood a small statured, pale woman. Her porcelain skin was shrouded in a long purple cloak that drooped all the way down to her bony ankles. "Oh dear!" the woman thought to herself. It couldn't possibly be what she thought it was, could it!? Witches were a common occurence around where the woman lived. You were taught very young to avoid them. Encountering one almost always meant trouble. You could hear about robberies and attacks having to do with witches almost every day in the papers that came to the doorstep every morning. Now here was one standing right in front of the woman, on her very own porch next to her very own home. This was an unbeleivable sight! The woman screamed and turned to run before twisting her ankle on the broom infront of her. She fell to the ground as the witch lurched forward slowly. Cowering in fear the woman crawled back to the edge of the porch, right against the railing. The witch walked towards her slowly, not saying anything, but staring at the woman with beady yellow eyes. When she reached the woman she took one of her hands out from under her cloak and reacher outward. "This the end!" the woman told herself. "And to think I'd die so young!" There was a short pause, and then the witch opened her palm to reveal a small jawbreaker candy. "Are you okay?" she asked in a small shy tone. The woman looked up at the witch's expression. Into her eyes she saw something. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it reminded her of a cold dark night, when it was too rainy to go outside, and all she could do was stay in the cottage and watch the horizon through a glass window. She stood up and invited the witch inside. They became the best of friends. The end :)

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Just Write about Hermione Granger

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