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In which Mr. Pimms Becomes Involved...

(Part II of Mrs. Pimms Finds a Fairy)
     There was more to finding a fairy than Mrs. Pimms had anticipated.  That said, there was plenty involved that was expected.  Mushroom rings, position of the moon, warmth of the day, and a field or meadow hidden from most eyes by thick forests; but the problem lay in finding a place that met all these conditions at once.  Then, of course, there would be the excuses made to Mr. Pimms and Mary's mother.  And, naturally, the extremely likely scenario that the fairies, when found, would know nothing of a recipe concerning lemon cakes...

In Which Mrs. Pimms Agrees to Find a Fairy...

Mr. and Mrs. Pimms were very normal, no-nonsense kinds of people.  Well, Mr. Pimms was, anyway.  Mrs. Pimms looked like she was a very normal, no-nonsense kind of person, but the truth was, Mrs. Pimms had a secret life.  One complete with all kinds of nonsense that contained no normality whatsoever—at least as far as Mr. Pimms would have been concerned.

            Mrs. Pimms, you see, was a witch.

            Her days were filled with potions and magic, scrying and hexing until five-thirty in the evening on the dot when Mr. Pimms, without fail, Monday to Friday, walked in the door of their suburban cottage.The weekends were tricky.But Mrs. Pimms always managed to get a spell of work done—work of the un-normal kind—in between Mr. Pimms’ Saturday round of golf and Sunday’s afternoon nap.Indeed, Mrs. Pimms found herself intensely grateful for Mr. Pimms’ definitively regular routine, without which she would get very little done, not to mention be considerably prone to panic attacks. A…

The Mortality of the Fae

The Isles of Britain are, more often than not, a place where magic dwells.  The why of it is sometimes quite confusing.  There are textbooks about ley lines and books of ancient lore.  Commentaries on the magical nature of the soil, and oral druidic practices that wax and wane with the moon.  Suffice it to say, however, all of it is the merest conjecture.  But where certainty lies, that is with the Fae.