Josie in front of her conjuring table, hands resting on the aged wood as her gaze threatened to burn holes into the tome she was reading. She skimmed the page so many times, she lost count, but she was determined to make sure that particular concoction was brewed and enchanted correctly. It was going to be one of the only ways they would be able to track her.

‘No room for screw-ups.’ The witch thought nervously as she stirred the cauldron next to her. ‘Every part of this plan has ...