Agnes
Agnes lay on her bed, fuming. She'd been part of the little Lancre coven for several months now, and she was sick of Granny Weatherwax, sick of her. All that nonsense because she had started singing again. She'd just gone home to get her things, and had found her old music sheets. Just music, for heaven's sake! She had been getting quite good again, then in came Granny, blazing with power, and told her - no, asked her, politely – to stop it. Some nonsense about music and magic only being two letters different and you couldn't do both.
It made Agnes furious, absolutely furious. Why couldn't she sing and be a witch?
Perdita snickered. 'You're such a wimp,' she said.
'Shut up!' said Agnes aloud. 'I'm not listening to you!'
'Why are you so afraid of her? Just do it anyway. Why does she matter?'
'Because she's Granny Weatherwax, that's why!'
'That's it! I've had enough of your stupidity! We're getting out of here!'
Perdita stood up, using Agnes' body. Agnes tried to sit back down, but Perdita was steadfast. She dashed around the room, collecting things. While Agnes protested, Perdita stuffed all of Agnes' clothes, several books, Agnes' jewellery and the music books into a suitcase.
'Where are we going?' demanded Agnes as her body grabbed a pencil and paper.
'Somewhere interesting.'
'Where?'
'Remember the music?'
'Of course!'
'A new kind's coming back!'
Perdita scrawled a note to Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg, and anyone else interested-
Gone to Anhk-Morpork.