“Whoever’s that?” Elsie nodded towards the young woman who’d entered the coffee shop and slipped a full length cloak from her shoulders, displaying a manner of dress twice as peculiar.
“Oh, that’s Mab,” said Joyce.
“I thought Mab was that old witch who lives next door to you.”
“She died. This one’s her heir. She’s just as strange; saw her dancing round the garden at midnight… barely dressed. Said she was honouring the moon goddess. As for that ferret…”
Mab smiled. She might be three-hundred and forty-nine, but looked pretty good for her age. Rejuvenation spells definitely had their uses!