A witch takes umbrage with Elizabeth Olsen

Elizabeth Olsen had become vastly well known for her role as the Scarlet Witch in the Marvel movies; to great fame and acclaim. Despite her character's tragic bent, she personally got to reap the benefits of being successful, wealthy and beautiful, all associated with her being a witch... although of course everyone knew she was acting, it was just a role!

Of course, real witches were notoriously harsh and unforgiving. They railed in secret, hissing at this interloper, this starlet intruding on their mystique and image. Why, was the public to begin expecting them to be so beautiful, to parade around in lowcut tops?

And one of them decided to act. Mathilda, a twisted green hook-nosed hag, sat stirring her cauldron in her shack, glowering under her black hood. On the floor before her was sketched a chalk circle, and she muttered under her breath, dark oaths, fell curses, grave insults. A green mist began to swirl, and to swirl.

Elizabeth Olsen looked around as she found herself trapped in the summoning circle. "Wh-where am I?" she asked, eyes wide with fear, trying to back off, but finding the circle was like an invisible wall, hemming her in. She looked over to see her captor, screaming loudly with fear.

Mathilda cackled. "Oh, so you do know what a real witch looks like, pretender."

Elizabeth blinked a couple of times before realisation dawned on her. "Listen, please, I didn't intend to offend anyone!"

Her green captor just laughed, showing putrid yellow teeth as she flicked through the spellbook on a lectern next to her and her bubbling brew. "Oh, do not worry, my sweet. We'll be rectifying this. Soon, no one will be confusing you for a witch," Mathilda threatened.

"Oh no, no!" cried out Elizabeth.