A witch... [She trails off and sighs, looking down at the ground, spinning the stick between her fingers.]

I’m glad for you. [She nods, because really, that seems fitting. He should be a witch! Why shouldn’t he be the better type? Being a monster was fitting for her in a depressing way, but if Witches were the better half of all this...] I wonder what decides that sort of thing... If I ask, will they— Will they tell me what type...?

I feel like I don’t understand anything. I was told so much, but none of it feels like it stuck...