The spirit let out a mocking cackle, it could already the picture the look on Moria's face when her plan backfired. "They are going to regret the decision of involving the press, it will be their downfall. Why is it that coquettish bitches never learn, I swear they are all molded from the same clay, or they are reading from the same script.
They attack first and cry foul first and they are always pretentious it's disgusting to watch. I used to know a witch like that, if a man was wealthy, handsome and powerful, she wanted him whether he was married or not.
She would use her magic to seduce and charm them, I have never seen another so skilled in the art of hypnosis and entrapment like her. Funny enough she kind of looked like Moria which I guess makes sense because she was a Mortimer, dirty blood that whole lot." It sailed towards Phoebe that was dripping blood and sending energy into a paper man.
"What are you planning to do?" it asked curiously.