Heavy tome resting on lap, glass of scotch โ 15 year old single malt, if youโre wondering โ upheld in dainty hand, swirling slowly as witch considers the text before her.
Mind not the slow, steady drip coming from above.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
