On Scaramouche's thirteenth birthday, he packed his broomstick and his faithful kitten Scarameow and flew away into the night sky.

When he arrived into town, people stared at him with curiosity, fear, and hostility. Whispers and rumors about him spread. He felt lonely and out of place.

Yet Scaramouche finally found a place to belong, working at a bakery, utilizing his witch powers to fly across town to deliver goods.

You've heard about him, maybe you should see him for yourself?