Shagranoz
One Thousand Club
It was a cold, late January day, and Marie couldn't help shaking her head at the winter wind whipping its way through the streets. Imbolc was less than a week away, and the weather screamed that a blizzard was coming. Spring's on its way. Sure. At this rate, it'll probably start in June.
The old witch flicked her wand, and a small fire started in a stone fireplace. She loved magic- it had made her friends, enhanced her life, and a little bit of spellcraft had enabled her to make her house into something bordering on a mansion without increasing its external size. The rest of the coven was just waking up, so she settled into a chair to read the newspaper.
The old witch flicked her wand, and a small fire started in a stone fireplace. She loved magic- it had made her friends, enhanced her life, and a little bit of spellcraft had enabled her to make her house into something bordering on a mansion without increasing its external size. The rest of the coven was just waking up, so she settled into a chair to read the newspaper.