"Does that mean you ain't gonna be a witch no more?" Charlie stopped to look at the woman.
"Neva'?" his younger brother added.
"No Paul, I realized some time ago that I could never be a proper witch," was her simple reply. The children seemed to accept it without much question.
"When was that?" Mr. Brown wondered aloud. "Was it that first magic moment when you laid eyes on me?" He turned to grin at her.
She blushed while giving a slight giggle to his questioning. "No, it was the day my poisoned dragon's liver arrived. I knew then that anyone who felt the way I did about poisoned dragon's liver had no business being a witch!"