Emma cheerfully hopped down the street, singing a little Latin folk song in her head as she went along. She had a jolly smile on her face and her hands carried two small bags of ingredients for her potions. Although she was two decades old, she still acted like a child and though this bothered and annoyed some, she chose not to notice. As she swung bags joyfully, she stopped suddenly, frozen. There in front of her, on the cobblestoned streets, was tiny black bird. It was simply picking up a few crumbs off the stone but Emma couldn't move. Her eyes widened in fear and she began to tremble slightly. Her smile was gone and out of nowhere, she let out a piercing scream, making all of the citizens around her jump in astonishment. A witch afraid of birds? Who had ever heard such a thing? Emma turned and wanted to run the other way however after taking a single step, she was stopped once again. It seemed she had bumped into someone, but she was much too embarrassed to look up and see who it was. Instead, she stood staring at the ground, still trembling.