To say I was anxious about meeting other witches would be a fine understatement. What would they think of me? Would they treat me as Thad did on our first encounter, or with repulsion as with George? Of course I no longer looked like an abandoned ragamuffin, and yet, I had no way of knowing how these witches would react to someone like me.
My first encounter outside of Thad and George was a robust woman with cherry red cheeks and a mouse-like voice who greeted us as we descended the stairs with a squeal of joy.
"He's emerged at last, your fine new friend." Power rippled from the woman, coven leader I guessed from the touch of her multi-faceted magic. "Wonderful to host you in our home, Lord Sassafras."
How... remarkable. "My pleasure," I murmured as George rolled her eyes and tapped the
