The old crone payed little mind to Lucille's mannerism. She was always a good girl who observed proper greetings and etiquette. Atleast, as far as Gwenneth knew. What Lucille did with them outside of her home was not of her concern. Absently, she continued typing. The stick which sprouted from her thin lips glowed brightly one last time before it was submitted to an ash try. "I suppose you're wondering why I called you home so soon after telling you to go have fun, Lucille." Gwenneth reached for the trac-ball, deftly executing a few commands. The computer answered by whirring back. "Such a good girl, too. You came without second guessing me."<br/><br/>Black leather creaked beneath Gwenneth as she turned in her seat to face Lucille. To say the woman dressed modestly would be a horrible understatement. Simple pajamas were all that separated her body from the heat in the room. Thinning white hair fell limply around her face. However the meagerness stopped there. Despite a decrepit outward appearance, she stood straight and proud, only a half-inch shorter than Lucille. Milky brown eyes peered at the girl through sagging features. She sighed, that breath laden with the sadness of fate. She looked Lucille up and down, alook of approvement crossing her features. "As you know, you've been a very special student of mine. Unfortunately, I feared my plans for you would die with me. That is why I have called you here today."