Making the cottage habitable.

She took her mother gently onto her forearm, moving outside and sending her off. Turning back into the cottage, she stood at the entrance, the area seperated in two rooms, one the kitchen and dining room, the other a small bedroom. With a great flourish of her arm, the kitchen area emptied out with a great gust of wind, being chased outside. She moved into the bedroom, scrunching her nose up at the smell of decay. Again the wind cleared the area so the whole house was left emptied and gutted, leaving nothing but the stone hearth. Satisfied, she dusted her hands of absent-mindedly, forgetting she hasn't lifted a single finger. Her mother returned with a large cart being drawn by four black bears, carrying all her things. She began to unload the cart, petting the bears as she passed them. She hummed softly to herself, singing a gaelic tune. As she hauled in her things, the cottage began to appear more warming and inviting and before long a large, warm fire was blazing within the stove.