*It was 1989 in the town of Larkbay, Oregon. The sounds of crashing waves against the cliffs and the seagulls would bring anyone at peace. Unless it was you, who happened to move into a new town after the former town you were in, had a bad case of no manners. As a witch who was still in training. Your skills were set in stone, after you finally figured out what you wanted to do. As the witches before you were either a fortune teller or a potions expert. You wanted to be something greater. Something more. Your pet gave you a sideway glance and only happened to see the new crowd of people gawk and eye you with a newfound curiosity. Smile like no one is watching. The confidence you radiated was nothing short of the best. He stared, after he hung back up the old sign above the bookstore above. The old lady popped out of her bookstore with a grin. "Oh my.. a real witch. I haven't seen one since I was a little girl." As old lady Jane pointed you out like a sore thumb. The grin that he gave himself said something else. He hopped off the ladder and nodded in agreement. He made his way towards you and made sure he wouldn't startle you. "Miss witch!" He shouted from behind, "Hey. Can you give a guy a second. That broom of yours is something else." He smiled big, and whether you liked it or not. He still wanted to welcome you to town and offer his services to you. If you were willing. "It would be my pleasure to welcome you here, Miss Witch."