Witches Head Toward Birth

The persnickety wizen witches were on their way to West Perth. To witness for themselves their prophetic cousin’s friend’s birth. They made jokes as they flew, cackling along the scenic way. Leesha said if the newborn neonate is hideous, we will not stay. Babe will be the seventh granddaughter of a seventh daughter. Her familiar would be a magical creature, who resembled an otter. Reputed to be more magical than these powerful witches three. The thought of her filled their mystical hearts with pure Wiccan glee. Said middle sister, she will rule. Stand this muggle planet on its head. She will be the best of the best of us, the oldest sister readily said. Arrived at hospital to see the birth of a warlock instead, a boy. Flew home in silence that afternoon, feeling much much less joy.