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I don't look like a Witch.
Unless, without me realising it, the stereotypical view of
Witches has switched to a 30-something year old man wearing jeans, a
t-shirt, and ridiculously heavy mountain climbing boots.
And yet still, whenever I tell anyone that I'm a Witch, I get the same
questions.
‘Where's your cloak, then?'
(reply, ‘At home’)
‘Where's your cauldron?'
(reply, ‘At home’)
Some of them, if they're particularly well-informed, might
even (gasp) ask if I have a Book of Shadows, then proceed to get
very excited when I answer yes, and then raise an eyebrow when I say that I
also keep a Grimoire.
They get less excited when I have to explain that although I
have three sisters (really!), none of them are called Pru, Piper, Phoebe
or Paige, and that my Book of Shadows doesn't tell me how to kill
demons. I’ve never had a
broom closet; and my besom is in its rightful place behind the front
door. I don’t try to explain the difference a besom and a broom.
However, I don't go leaping in with the oh-so-melodramatic
phrase ‘I'm a Witch', unless I’m asked, and just when you think
people are getting the idea of it, they ruin it all again by asking if
I’m Wiccan.

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