Hazel looked around, really confused. This was not her kitchen, not at all. It was a rather boring looking hallway, save for the thousands of doors. Well, maybe not thousands, but definitely a lot. How the hell did this even happen? Why? She just wanted a peaceful month, but no, she couldn't have that.
Taking a deep breath, Hazel limped, leaning against the wall. So, she dressed in a black T-shirt with an owl on it, going to her knees. She didn't have shoes or socks, exposing her obvious fake left foot, and she had a white apron on decorated with small owls. Hazel just wanted to have some eggs, and poof, hallway. Well, at least she had a frying pan. Can give someone a pretty hard smacking.
@Sissel
Taking a deep breath, Hazel limped, leaning against the wall. So, she dressed in a black T-shirt with an owl on it, going to her knees. She didn't have shoes or socks, exposing her obvious fake left foot, and she had a white apron on decorated with small owls. Hazel just wanted to have some eggs, and poof, hallway. Well, at least she had a frying pan. Can give someone a pretty hard smacking.
@Sissel