AZALEA'S POV
With a snap, all the crystals on the hallway wall lit up. Its soft yellowish glow illuminated the darkness but still left enough shadow.
I walked down the passage as I traced the surface of the wall with my fingertips. Feeling the dampness and coldness of the stones, and listening to everything that happened behind them.
A tower for a witch wasn't just a building to live or work in, it was also a true friend and a good reporter. Because I could listen to everything that happened inside the tower with just one touch.
I swung the door wide open. I ordered the two witches who were observing Jasmine's green crystal's performance to leave. The normally talkative and curious six-year-old girl remained completely quiet. To be frank, this was quite a pleasant sight. She never seemed to run out of questions, always keeping me on my toes and making my head spin.
"Now what should I do with you?" I asked the air.