Veronica
“Well, um…I’m a witch,” I started as I watched Macey. She carefully and skillfully sliced into the banana bread before she served two portions on each side plate.
“Tell me more about that…what is it like being a witch?” she asked as she carefully poured the coffee into the mugs. “Sugar? Cream? Milk?”
“Two sugars and cream, please,” I answered. Macey nodded as she finished preparing our coffee. I didn’t want to simply watch her, so I looked away and took a deep breath. “Being a witch has its perks, of course. But there is a lot of responsibility involved. Magic isn’t or shouldn’t just be used freely, it’s a blessing. A gift. One that must be cherished,”
“You are telling me about magic…what is it like for you, being a witch?” she repeated her question, and I blushed as I accep
