...a snippet

Right. Mind you, this is a snippet. Something I start to write at 1 AM at night, trying to get into the feel, which means that it is not really fitting in anywhere, but rather...a way of getting to know the setting, char and plot. There we go, you have been warned!

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Truth be told, Susan was not a very good witch. That is, she was rather mediocre in her witchcraft, and not turning to the dark side of it. No, Susan was not a black witch for sure – not with her organic potions, good-spells-only policy. Of course, this was not very easy.

Susan lived in the small village of Bedworth, somewhere in the middle of England. This would make her British by nationality, but that is not the entire truth either. Susan was, as mentioned earlier, a witch. Which rather should be spelled with a capital W to indicate that she was in fact, witch by birth and occupation. Her mother was a witch, and so was her grandmother before her. In fact, you could count back generations of witches in the family, and most of them had been excellent, brilliant, skilled witches who had worked their craft flawlessly. So, Susan was a bit of a black sheep at the end of the line, and this… was perhaps a bit unsettling for her mother. No one wants a mediocre daughter – that is, no one wants to admit they have one.