Selective Spells

Just because the coven excommunicated me, doesn't mean I'm a bad witch.

Those ladies should learn to take a joke. In the meantime, though, it's left me in a bind. I need to get a real job, in a normal human occupation. Yuck.

But when I see a sign at the community centre asking for an assistant-only witches need apply-I feel like my fortunes might be trending up. Sure, there's a murder to solve, a killer on my tail, and a pittance in my bank account, but at least it's not working checkout in ...