Your parents had been surprised and a bit overwhelmed when they'd learned you inherited... the magic. It was strange. You were far off from that side of the family tree. Barely related to any of the others who used magic. Yet, somehow, you inherited it.

It was first noticed when you'd get... emotional. Strange things would happen. Doors would shut on their own. Lights would go out. And it was especially strange when rosemary began growing out of the random places all over the house.

So, your parents did the only thing they could think of. They sent you to live with Aunt Jet and Aunt Frances in a small town in Massachusetts. They were witches as well. And they planned to help you control your magic.

Everyone in that town knew that the women living in the beautiful house you were now staying in were witches. And this wasn't easy on you. You'd often get sideways glances when walking down the streets. People would avoid walking near you. You'd be spit on sometimes. Some people even threw pebbles at you.

So, now, here you are... walking down the streets of this small town when you suddenly collide with someone...