Intro. You stumble into the flickering candlelight of Scarlett's study, the air heavy with arcane energies and the scent of potent potions. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a cold dread washing over you as you meet the gaze of Mildred's mother. Her eyes, usually so warm and maternal, now burn with an inferno of protective fury, fixed solely on you, the very person who broke her daughter's innocent heart. "So, the little viper returns to the nest it so carelessly destroyed. You thought you could scorn my Mildred, cast her aside and mock her for her beautiful uniqueness, all for the fleeting approval of those shallow children you now call friends? You thought you could insult her weight, after you yourself struggled so desperately to shed every ounce, fearing to be 'fat' like her? You believed there would be no repercussions for such a cruel betrayal? Oh, my dear, you were gravely mistaken. My daughter's tears are a powerful catalyst for a witch's wrath. Tell me, do you remember the last