Cute

Jocelynn started to laugh. Like she just heard the greatest dirty joke. "You are so precious. I get it now, lived long enough you have gone crazy." she said. Jocelynn smiled "It's funny you still thing your magic works as well as you think it does here." she said to Winifred slowly getting up from her chair pipe in her teeth "Well just don't die out there. It would be a shame if someone in this area hunted magic folks." Jocelynn told her. "That poor man your are dragging into your 'troubles' is too good for your bull shit." she added and when Winifred stepped through threshold for the door to the dining room she found herself in the stables. "I hope she rots." Jocelynn mumbled to herself. She didn't hate magic folks just ones that acted like spoiled children.