â€œMy, what a feisty one I have been left with! Whatâ€™s wrong? I just want to talk, I donâ€™t get company often.â€ the Witch Doctor said when warmly greeted with the girlâ€™s rudeness. â€œIâ€™m going to have so much fun with you, sweetie.â€ If she had been placed in her position she probably wouldnâ€™t be happy either. Who would want to be sitting in a dark and uncomfortable room filled with filthy water while the enemy gawked at their misery? Grinning widely, a bemused laugh filled the area and she shook her head. The strange and convoluted things running through her mind at the mention of the word torture were becoming more and more appealing. What could he do to expel that feistiness? Would her precious sharks be enough to frighten the girl or would she have to push it a little further? This girl was definitely going to make a fine apprentice.<br/><br/>She had little to no interest in her friend in the cell next to her, though she had to admit the fact that he was muttering to himself quite amused her really.  With any luck he would prove to be useful, though he did seem kind of out of it. What an interesting day this was turning out to be! â€œI have a feeling Iâ€™m going to have so much fun!â€ She repeated, pulling away from the door for only a moment before she came back and pressed herself against it harder. Her hands gripped the bars tighter and that huge grin was still plastered on her face. Yes, yes, yes! They would certainly make perfect candidates to aid her in her new potion recipes. By her standpoint they should help her out since they were partly responsible for the destruction of her work, forcing her to start again almost completely from scratch.<br/><br/>The Witch Doctor did not usually hold grudges, but she liked that potion. It had been one of those things where she really got some good vibes from it. The potion might not have been perfect, nothing was ever perfect but she always liked to think otherwise as not to dampen her spirits, sometimes self consciousness was her downfall, but she was really feeling like she had something going. Then I was ruined and she knew this girl and her friend in the next cell were part of the cause of it. Once she cooked up a potion similar, she was going to regret choosing to speak to her in that tongue. A strange giddiness hit her just then which had caused her smile to widen even more.<br/><br/>â€œOh I love how when theyâ€™re feisty! A strong will combined with feistiness is just absolutely wonderful; it makes them so much easier to play with indeed.â€ She chuckled, giving a wink. The Queen would surely be there to see the prisoners soon. She didnâ€™t want to displease her with a messy work station during the interrogations so she probably should go back and clean it up. After all a messy workstation showed was a sign of neglect. However the tools which she used were a completely different story. Some of them were quite dirty, rusted, but kept sharp nonetheless since it was a lot worse to be cut with a rusted scalpel than one that was brand new or not as rusted. Rusted scalpels and possibly diseases infested waters, surely that would add some insult to injury.<br/><br/>Oh yes, she was going to have tons of fun.