The New Riddle – 6months later.

Anya was once again sitting in her window seat, the window open blowing in a cool breeze. It was the beginning of spring and the flowers were once again blooming, animals were being born and most children were outside playing in the fields. But not Anya, no, she was there in her room waiting for her father to bring home his new bride. Lady Penelope Penworth. Anya hated everything about her, from her perfect blonde hair to her frilly pink clothes, and fake smile. The instant she met her she knew one thing – Fake!

However who ever listens to a 10 year old, oh and who might be a witch? So Anya had been forced to smile and pretend that everything was fine, though she had kicked up a fuss, when her father told her he was getting married again.

"What? What do you mean you're getting married? To whom" Anya asked, alright she knew who to. Lady Penelope Pensworth. Ugh her name left a bad taste in her mouth, how could anyone let alone her father want to marry that!

"You know who too Anyana. I think its time to put the past behind us; you need someone here for you now. I'm doing this for both of us, try to understand." Her father pleaded, he was almost desperate for his daughter to accept his new wife, if not things could go dreadfully wrong.

"Do you think that her coming will stop my powers, daddy they won't, I can't help it, it's a part of who I am." Anya paused drawing breath, she knew why he was doing this. He hoped that by bringing home a new wife that her power would just disappear, like a nightmare.

"Anyana! You know you're not allowed to talk about… that. Now we are getting married whether you like or not. Now you will accept her or else. Its time for you to stop acting like a baby, and realise your not the only one who needs attention." Her father was angry at her mention of.. Magic… but more upset by the conviction in his little 10 year olds voice. He knew that Anya didn't like Penelope, but she was just going to have to live with it, they both were. No one spoke, they just stood there sizing each other up, focusing on their next method of attack. The door bell rang and Tom heard the doorman Mr Jones going to answer it, well here goes. He knelt down to her level and said with a pleading voice "Anya, please just try and understand." Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall, Tom straightened up at the approach. "Now you can stay here and meet your new stepmother or you can go and sulk. What do you want to do?"

Anya set her chin, and skulked to the chair by the fire. "Fine, I'll stay, not like I have a choice." She sat down and stared into the flame. Tom had to hide a smile, she reminded him of himself when she did that.

"Thank you" he said then added "But be polite!" He went to open the door, and was met with the sight of his bride to be. She was dressed in her famous pink satin dress.

"Tom, darling, I'm so glad you invited me here." Her gaze swept over to me, "oh and there's little Anya" she walked over to me and looked me straight in the eye. Placing her hand over her heart she said to me "I swear, that I will look after your father and you as my own family." Smiling she bent down and kissed me on the cheek.

I nearly throw-up and only my father's anxious glare stopped me from wiping my cheek there and then. So instead I said "Hello, ma'am, it's nice to see you" her father smiled so I'd obviously said the right thing. Inside her conscious was screaming, what are you doing!?

"Oh isn't she sweet, I know we're going to be the best of friends." Sure thats going to happen.

So Anya had caved in under pressure and ended up being the bridesmaid, at the stupid wedding, wearing guess what PINK. How can this get any worse.

Why is there an owl, flapping at the window. Anya gasped...

AN - O my we all know what this means.