Norbert swallowed, looking around the room as he placed the book on his lap; leaning forward, Norbert took the glass of water, downing the rest of the water. Placing the empty cup on the ground, Norbert looked around the room, ensuring it was the exact amount it had been before.

Nothing has changed physically, but it still changed for him, the invisible air around him now filled with something, almost tasting it on the tip of his tongue. As Norbert looked around, confirming that it was the same as before. Norbert stood up, his legs going out from under him as he landed back on the bed.

He was staring up at the old lady; Norbert's mouth was growing dry even after the water he had just downed. He stared at the woman, starting to feel the hairs on his neck prick up, suddenly feeling alone in this cabin. As Norbert looked across the room, the old lady started rocking in the chair again. Norbert hears the needles pick up again with their clicking.

"I'll only be a moment. Always like to finish something properly before starting a new project." The old lady said.

Norbert looked around, panicking, knowing he was now well and truly out of his league. He was trying to move his body, resulting in his arm flopping to the side beside him. Moving his head freely, Norbert looked down at his hand, trying to move it and only wriggling slightly to the side. Panic started to force its way through his body, and he was surprised it was impacting him.

He was pushing energy through his body, remembering the techniques that Azalea had forced down his throat. Letting calmness take over him, Norbert felt the energy flowing around his body and felt it slow down around his body when it entered his stomach. Norbert drilled into the part, feeling whatever was blocking it slowly trudging through his body.

"No point in trying. No matter what you do, it will take hours until you are back to normal." The old lady said. Her voice echoed around. Norbert felt something dark around the voice.

"Just because you think it's impossible doesn't mean I do." Norbert replied. I am not hearing a reply from the old lady and just continuing to clack the needles together.

As this time went by, Norbert stayed there, feeling it push out of him. He flexed his fingers slowly, feeling it come naturally to him and feeling his body coming back again. As Norbert felt the last bit of it start to come free, his hands were now moving as they should have been, and the constant timing of the knitting needles stopped. The rhythmic sound faded slowly in the cabin.

"Ah, it's always wonderful seeing your creation come to mind. Now, what to do with you." The old lady said. Norbert heard the chair spin around, facing him.

"A name would be a good place to start?" Norbert asked her.

"Tch tch tch, Didn't your parents teach you manners." The old lady said.

Norbert looked at her, wondering if she was going there. "My name is Norbert, but you already know if you had that liquid ready for me," Norbert said.

Her knitting was sitting on the side. Norbert looked forward, awaiting her response.

"I am known as The Great Witch. Others call me Baba Yagga. But you can call me Granny." Granny said, warmth seeming to come into her voice.

Norbert was gulping, starting to feel his body move. Spinning around, Norbert landed on the bed, lying on it and crumpling what he had made before.

"Granny, what are you making that for?" Norbert asked her.

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"The question isn't what, but who." She said as she continued to gaze at it.

"Sorry for repeating myself; I will rephrase myself. Who is that for?" Norbert asked her again.

Grinning, Granny lowered the item onto her lap and told him curtly, "But for you, of course." She said as she threw it over to him.

Norbert gazed as it seemed to flutter in the wind before landing on his stomach. Norbert leaned forward as he picked it up before lying back on the bed, holding the knitted piece of clothing above his head.

Putting it on his chest, Norbert took the gloves off his hands to feel the fabric truly. As he held it, running the material through his hands, Norbert was taken back to his bedroom, of being a child on his bed with the blanket he used to sleep with. The memory flooded over him as he stared at the blanket; as he continued running it through his fingers, Norbert saw a pattern forming.

Like a snake slithering through the desert as it made its way through, like a fire flickering its flames around. As Norbert continued to move it, lost in a trance, he stopped his hands, a picture forming in the knitting.

Staring at him, Norbert saw the logo in the temple with the chalice; Norbert just stared, transfixed, surprised to see it.

Quickly getting up and facing Granny Nor, Bert held the pattern to her while exclaiming, "Wh, ere did you see that?" He asked.

The old lady just gave a puzzled expression, "It's just knitting, nothing more to it." She said. As Norbert turned it around, showing that the pattern was once more lost on him, he looked back at Granny, seeing a slight twinkle in her eyes.

"Anything else I'm needed for?" He asked her.

Granny breathed in sharply. "But you can't leave now. You all have skin and bones. Stay, stay and have something to eat. I'll be a moment." She said.

Before Norbert could rebuttal, the old lady leaned backwards then forwards on her chair, stepping off of it as a walking stick appeared in her hand, Norbert not even seeing where it came from. Stepping to the kitchen, Norbert saw her putter around, looking in the cabinets and taking out plates and saucepans.

Puttering over to the right, Norbert saw her open the pantry, ruffling through items. The door blocked his sight, only seeing as she pulled more out of it, piling it on the kitchen bench.

Seeing sauces, flour and spices all around, Norbert wondered what she was cooking. Looking around for a table in the room, not remembering seeing one or a place to eat, Norbert found it sitting in the centre of the room as it had always been there, and he had only just seen it now.

Eyes panning over to the kitchen, Norbert saw a turkey out, over the fireplace and slowly turning. Norbert smelled it as he watched it cook, the skin slowly turning brown, the glaze on it coming out, spitting on the fire.

Granny moved over to look at it. When she turned around, it was done, steam coming off it as she placed it on the table. Norbert did not believe what had happened. In a minute, a full-course meal had appeared out of thin air.

Norbert looked at the old lady as she puttered around the kitchen at her usual speed, her walking stick echoing on the wooden floorboards. Getting onto his feet, Bert asked her, "Do you need help with anything?" He asked her.

"Sit, sit. The only help I need is with eating all of this food. And it looks like you need it anyway." The old lady said, making her way to one of the two chairs at the table.

Norbert was about to rebuttal, but hearing his stomach grumble in response quieted him from arguing with her. Stepping forward, Norbert towering over her, he leaned, taking the chair out and holding his hand to assist her in sitting down.

"Your parents tried to raise you well it seems." Granny said in response to his action.

Norbert looked forward towards the table, Norbert nodding as he went to his seat. Sliding the chair out, it gliding without a sound, Norbert looked around the table. Seeing the turkey sitting there, small bread with butter on the side. A potato salad in a bowl, tongs on the side and a jug of water in the centre.

Seeing the knife for the turkey next to it, Norbert waited, seeing that Granny wanted him to cut the bird. Norbert nodded and stood up, picking up the fork and knife as he shaved the first slice off.

Staring at the moist turkey, the knife effortlessly glided through the meat as she cut piece after piece off. Norbert started placing half the turkey into slices, and she held out for him in the old lady's place.

She placed two pieces until she took her plate away, placed some potato salad and a bun, sliced a chunk of butter, and rested it on the bread. Norbert watched as the heat from the bread melted the butter, letting it soak within, not needing to cut it at all.

Norbert took the rest of the meat he sliced, a bread roll, and a mountain of potato salad and looked at his plate and food. As Norbert went forward, he placed the first piece in his mouth; he felt it go around it.

Norbert swallowed, getting the next bite to follow the first. The convey of food starting to be devoured.