“Thank you for your hospitality, Mistress Magee,” Wendy says to the witch.
We are all sitting in her small, living room.
It kind of crammed with three males around six feet taking up all the space on her floral sofa.
“Please, don’t mention it. You and your Momma have been very good to me since my coven dismantled. And it’s Magee, please,” Mistress Magee says.
Mistress Magee is a round, short female. Her face is round and she has kind, sad, brown eyes. Her hair is dark brown and her striking cheekbones are indicators of her Latino background.
“More tea, muchachos*?” she asks us.
“No, ma’am,” we say in unison.
“So, polite,” she muses with a smile.
The lady has true magic if she can make three grown male blush.
“Magee, we actually came to see if you could help us with something,”
