What Witches Do

 Once upon a time there was a woman who very much liked the idea of being a witch. It wasn't that she wanted to do something particularly controversial - and given the day that it was, being a witch was quite the controversy. It was that she had a mad cap desire to take her love of scones, cottages, and herbs to the next level.

    Put that way, it could well have been understood. But when you're smack in the middle of a controversy, as this woman was, no one gives you the chance to talk about taking things to the next level.

    If she had been asked, she would have said that she had always loved scones. Her mum had been something of a scone-enthusiast, which brought about the love at an early age. If she had been asked, she would have said that the first time she saw a cottage, something inside her gave a thump. In a good way. If she had been asked, she would have said that she had been using herbs to heal folk since she had begged the nearby village witch to teach her everything she knew about the little green bits that healed people.

    She hadn't been asked, though.

    It was a good thing she didn't give a flying unicorn what people thought.

    It was a good thing that witches' cottages tended to be made of stone.

    It wasn't a good thing when the good people of the nearby town tried to burn her newly acquired cottage to the ground. Or when they tried to burn her, too.

    But it was the perfect thing when the witches heard her cries, and gathered her up, and tended her wounds, and made her strong enough to heal herself.

    And then, of course, she rebuilt her cottage and baked scones and healed people all over again.

    Because that's what witches do.

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