Robert the magistrate was an older gentleman, with a very prominent nose, and large, frog like eyes. His hair fell thickly over his forehead like a horse’s forelock, and he was forever brushing it to one side. “Lets see, witchcraft you say? Yes, yes, I seem to recall...” He trailed his fingers along the shelf full of ledgers. “Yes, about a year ago, wasn’t it? Newhart’s daughter... Willow, wasn’t it?” He opened the book and began to flip through the pages slowly, his fingers tracing down the column of names while Liam paced through the office. “Well that’s strange...” The magistrate scratched his head and flipped to the next page before flipping back, “I could swear...”
“What is it?” Liam stopped his pacing in front of the Magistrate.
“Well, the entry its...” His brows furrowe
