Girls Just Want To Be WitchesI love stories about witches. When I was six I wanted to be a witch. I was so obsessed with witches that one day I borrowed a book from my local library that contained real-life spells. Cool, I know! Unfortunately, when I got home I realised that the only ingredient I had in my witchy arsenal was water. So, I commenced making potions that consisted of water, mud, and half of my mother’s garden (sorry Mum). To my great disappointment, none of my potions or spells worked. It was official, I truly was a Muggle.
All of my favourite witch stories include things that are so magical, they somehow seemed real, which is why for many years I believed the broom in the shed was really a Nimbus 2000 in disguise and that any old crone with a face-wart I came across was going to kidnap me, force me to eat mountains of candy, and then cook me for supper. It’s that uncanniness that makes witches so intriguing, and why I so desperately want to be one.
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