Hannah the Witch (10)

On a cloudy Sunday afternoon, Hannah strolled through the forest in search of a suitable wand.
Willow branches, birch branches and beech branches lie there, but none that meet her wishes.
After a few hours of wandering, she thinks it's enough. Mug, she sits on a fallen tree trunk with her legs crossed.
“Stupid assignment, “she mumbles. “Where am I supposed to get the perfect wand?”
A drop falls on her nose. Crazed, she looks up. More drops are coming down.
'Oh, great, it's gonna rain too! '
Hannah runs through the woods until she suddenly sees the hollow tree. Quickly, she plunges in. From her hiding place, she sees the rain coming out of the sky with baking. The sky has changed from gray to black. In the distance, she sees the flashing. A furious thunderstorm roars closer and closer. Hannah's gonna sit in a corner. Doesn't look like it's going to pass soon.
Suddenly it also starts to blow very hard. A flurry of cold drops blows through the opening. She's crawling back as far as she can. She hides her face behind her hands.
'Griebelgrutjes, what a weather, 'she releases by surprise.

Again, a gust of wind carries a shiver over her back. She's starting to get soaked slowly. With her eyes stiff, she tries to dream away. It's not helping. Relaxation is not there with this weather.
Something's tickling on her neck. Disturbed, she waves it away. Now there's something running over her right arm. She stretches her arm and looks at it. Nothing to see.
“Not again, huh?” She screams angry. Wild beats Hannah with her arms around her until she can't. Dead tired, she's going to collapse on the ground.
Then suddenly a pair of eyes light up in the dark. They do not look scary, but sweet, compassionate. And when the apparition shows itself completely, Hannah tastes it out.
In front of her there's a sweet little ghost who's not even half the size of Hannah himself. He has big sky-blue eyes with a naughty twinkle.
“I didn't scare you too much, did I?” he asks nicely.
“No, “Hannah answers.
“I'm not a tease, but I do like fun in time.”
“I noticed. You got me good a few days ago.”
“Yes, I'm sorry, I hope you didn't get hurt.”
“It's okay, “says Hannah. “Do you have a name?”
“They call me Jonah, too. I live in this tree.”
'That seems to me a bit k... 'A flash followed by a strong thunderblow makes the earth shake.
'It's bigger here than you think, 'smiles Jonah. “Follow me.” The ghost turns around and disappears into a niche.
Hannah crawls after it on all fours. Searching, she groans her fingers until she feels the shape of a staircase. Carefully lower her down. Gently, she counts the steps. At eight she stands in a cozy underground space. It is furnished complete with a table, two chairs and a small bed. A candle burns on the table.
“Wow!” calls Hannah. “I didn't expect that.”
Jonah shimmers. “Not bad, huh?”
“How long have you lived here?”
“I've grown up here for almost 100 years.”
“Wow, a hundred years! Are you that old already?”
“I'm not that old, actually. We ghosts could be 1,000 years. My grandfather almost made the 2000.”
“Oh, so you're just a baby ghost.”
“Hey, no talk. I'm still older than you.”
Hannah shoots the laugh. “You're easy to get on the closet, too.”
Jonah laughs. “There you have me.”
'But we're not even yet, 'says Hannah.
'Hmm, I've been pretty hospitable anyway. What more do you want?”
“The perfect wand, “replied Hannah.
“Aha, so that's what you're after. I'm sorry, I can't help you with that.”
Hannah's face is involved. “Really not?”
“If you want to be a real witch, you have to do something for it. That's what you want, right?”
“I'd love to.”
'Beautiful. Are you gonna eat with me this afternoon? That is so cozy.”
“Well, I'd love to, what's on the menu?”
“Frog legs, with herb soup and carrot salad.”
“I love that.”