"What do you know of witches?" Grannie asked, now sitting on the opposite sofa, a floral pink china cup and saucer in her hands while a matching teapot poured hot tea into the cup by the side of her head. When it was done, a milk jug appeared and poured itself into the cup before both disappeared, and Grannie stirred the silver teaspoon in the cup.
"Didn't fancy stirring the spoon with magic also…" Esme couldn't help but ask as she'd stared wide-eyed at more magic happening before her. It would take some time to get used to it. She cleared her throat after Grannie didn't respond. "I don't know much. I wasn't sure if witches still existed."
"So, you know nothing," Kasia spoke up at the far end of the room, a smirk on her face, arrogance radiating off her.
