[The ghostly Emily, on the other hand, has taken a deep breath, and has started to march toward the witches.]
(...How dare you!)
...How dare we what?
[One of the Sanderson sisters laugh.]
- So we're witches, now, just like in the stories! Well, that was what everybody wanted, right?
[And so did another one.]
...You know, I always wondered just who it was, who gave that stupid girl ideas like that. She wasn't really imaginative enough to come up with it on her own, I don't think - The Sanderson sisters are so creepy, they really should be witches, just like in those old stories??? I mean, who actually makes Wishes like that? Most people ask for eternal youth, or bags of gold, or things that are actually useful - Not to turn other people into witches!
[And the third one came up to Emily, sniggering.]
...So what about you, Emily? Smart Emily, cute Emily, Emily who was so good at telling the little children stories...
[And then, all three of them looked at her, sneering, while ghostly Emily bit her lip.]
- So how many of those stories were about us, eh? Blaming us for every little bit of bad luck that came to the village, each and every one!
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[Nunnally looks at him in alarm.]
[The ghostly Emily, on the other hand, has taken a deep breath, and has started to march toward the witches.]
(...How dare you!)
...How dare we what?
[One of the Sanderson sisters laugh.]
- So we're witches, now, just like in the stories! Well, that was what everybody wanted, right?
[And so did another one.]
...You know, I always wondered just who it was, who gave that stupid girl ideas like that. She wasn't really imaginative enough to come up with it on her own, I don't think - The Sanderson sisters are so creepy, they really should be witches, just like in those old stories??? I mean, who actually makes Wishes like that? Most people ask for eternal youth, or bags of gold, or things that are actually useful - Not to turn other people into witches!
[And the third one came up to Emily, sniggering.]
...So what about you, Emily? Smart Emily, cute Emily, Emily who was so good at telling the little children stories...
[And then, all three of them looked at her, sneering, while ghostly Emily bit her lip.]
- So how many of those stories were about us, eh? Blaming us for every little bit of bad luck that came to the village, each and every one!