The witch was sitting in a rocking chair, facing away from the door.

The witch pushed back her chair a little and sat for a long moment in silent study.

The witches are sitting round a cauldron in a dark cave.

The witches sat in silence for a while.

And the witch sat in the bow surveying the far shore with searching intensity.

The witch sat naked, in the open air, reserved and calm, waiting for the second blow.

The three witches sat alone on the edge of the stage.

My witch sit didn't operate here; counterspells against such things must have been laid.

The two elderly witches sat on either side of the table in polite and prickly silence.

Three other witches sat in the gloom behind the stage, staring vacantly into the darkness.