Chapter 35

• The house was overwhelmed with visitors; all who came to mourn with the Crofus family. I plop my buttocks at the top-tier of the staircase, also dressed in black as I stare at my dad who plasters a smiling face, welcoming all witches and warlocks who came from different region of the Thgirb realm.
• All I see is a man who just want to isolate himself and mourn his mother peacefully. But atlas, the coven’s ritual must be kept.
• Ketura got back last night from wherever she went, with her minions. They all were throwing tantrums, crying the loudest and rolling on the ground. I wondered if it were a show, or perhaps they bonded more than grandmother and I did when she was alive, as I sit here, completely numb.