You decide to  follow the magpies. They stop in a small circular room and look at you. You smile amiably they fly into the shaddows disapearing. You can make out thier shapes with thier red eyes glowing at you. The magpie rhyme comes into your head.

One for sorrow/

Oh dear

Two for joy thank god

Then the last three for a girl.

As you say this they disapear and in their place is a brunette more beautiful then you can ever remember seeing. She’s smiling. You smile back.