Thank Merlin she’d managed to get the day off. Gue, one of her mooncalves had decided to be cheeky the other day and stole her wand from her when she wasn’t looking. Amelia had spent the last few hours of her shift playing a game of hot potato with the small herd of calves trying to get her wand back. And when she’d successfully done so, the babies got in a squabble which she’d had to break apart. The last thing she wanted to do was go back. They were cute but they could be menaces.

With Penny at her heels and Pascal in her satchel, the witch scrolled through the High Street collecting the last bits and bobs for her morning errands. She had decided to take a short cut and kill two birds with one stone by letting Pascal prance around lazily. The cat had just taken a leap onto an obliging shelf when a young man poked his head from around the corner.

It appeared he was searching for a cat named Marian. Amelia furrowed her brow and upped her pace as she headed towards the young man. ”Hello, are you looking for someone?” she inquired as Penny gave a small woof of welcome and peered ourt from behind her skirts.