Chapter forty eight: heartbreak

"You're a witch? Like casting magic with a wand type of stuff?" I asked her with raised eyebrows. Mrs Zulu, or better as Precious, nodded at me. I pursed my lips, wondering how I had missed all these years that a woman serving me food was a witch.

"Sorceress is a better term. I don't use a wand nor do I have a magic broomstick. I'm just a normal elderly lady."

"You live in a pumpkin-shaped house with a fairy, pretending to be a lunch lady at a science lab. There's nothing normal about this." I objected. I had so many questions for her but I needed to let her explain.

"My job isn't pretense. I love it and all of you who worked at the lab. You're the only family I have left." She said sadly, staring at her tea. "I was removed from my homeland when I was just a baby and was forced to grow amongst supernaturals because I was a magic bearer. I was their most prized possession, the one who could heal them and make any sort of potion they desired."

"So why are you here?" I asked her softly.