Katrina stares at the pregnancy test. The second conventional one she's used came up positive. She tries a magical one instead. Same result. Her stomach lurches. She goes over to the cauldron above her fireplace and begins tossing in the ingredients for a nullifying potion. The mixture's sickly green cast mirrors that of her face as she stares at it. Even if she drinks it, she doubts she can keep it down. She sighs disgustedly and dumps the mix into the sink drain before dashing to the bathroom to do likewise with the contents of her rebellious stomach.
-A FEW MONTHS LATER-
Katrina holds the bundle of blankets that's apparently her daughter. Whoever her father is, his features are absent. The child looks almost identical to Katrina. As she nurses and rocks the baby, Katrina wonders. Should she send her to a better home? An orphanage? Could she continue her current lifestyle with a child that was solely dependent on her?
A knock sounds on the door.