An impostor

"Who the actual f-u-c-k decided this would be a good idea? A man witch? A 'wizard'? What in all hells? Men cannot do anything deeper than shovel dirt!" The dark haired witch turns in her cottage, her dress barely missing the flames in her fireplace. They flare up, running their fingers along the smooth fabric encouraging her to continue. "How is this man suppose to make the most beautiful art of our-no-my magic and manage to not dirty it with his guns,his war. How is he suppose to see the spirits around him when he cannot look up from his money?" Her violet eyes flare with fury, her fists clenched into fists by her sides, small half moons forming on her palms from squeezing too hard. She turns back to her loyal audience. Plants of all sizes and shapes sit along a window sill, various birds sitting among and between them. Her fists fly up with a cackle. "Ha! A wizard indeed. This man is nothing other than a mere mundane boy who sees things he does not understand and wishes to overcome it. Well I will not- Nay!- will never help this disgusting boy 'wizard'." She lets the word drip from her upturned lips muttering all the way over the her favorite armchair. Her dark arms flying to and fro as she murmurs of how ridiculous this was. She lets out a frustrated huff falling into the maroon throne, running her hand along a vine that appears by her side. "Let him figure this out on his own, as so many men have done before him. To care not of consequences is mans' best feature..."The enchantress hesitates. Her devoted animals cock their heads. "but then...the whole land will be plagued with his foolish mistakes." This thought sent chills through her, her mind was running wild with thoughts of different spells that could go wrong with just a simple off beat pronunciation. The results of this impostor could be disastrous. She knows what she has to do but could hardly bring herself to say it. She stands, running a hand through her hair before nodding resolutely. She lets out a deep sigh.  "I suppose there's no way around it, I must help this boy if we wish to remain secure here." The pets spoke their agreement, a sparrow jumping up onto the magic masters shoulder. A smile spreads across her features. "Thank you dears, now how's for dinner? There's no use meeting this boy on an empty stomach now is there? The spirit will just not be the same." She turns picking up a cauldron and setting it on the fire, her features now form into the hard expression she hardly wears. She picks up her hair and starts cutting up ingredients. She shakes her head, puffing out an upset curse then stops. A thoughtful expression whisks across her face. She lets out a quiet giggle . "Men cannot do anything deeper than shovel dirt."