She sits on guard at the shop for the week leading up to Halloween, greeting folk with a hollow, yet hearty and piercing laugh whenever she hears a loud noise.
She appears to be harmless, and her laugh can be heard all over the Ballymahon Road. Where she comes from or where she goes, nobody knows, but she has her broomstick, so can travel.
“To me, a witch is a woman that is capable of letting her intuition take hold of her actions, that communes with her environment, that isn't afraid of facing challenges.”
― Paulo Coelho
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