I take a seat and read one of the books about the history of witches, though it’s written by a human, so it’s most likely wildly inaccurate. There’s a soft knock at the door and as it cracks open, I can smell Audrey entering the room.
“Good morning, kids,” she says brightly, coming to sit in the other chair next to me. “It’s so nice to finally see you in here, Molly.”
I smile at her, closing the book. “Thanks. It’s nice to be here, I think…”
“Peter and I have met with the office staff and they have been informed of the plan and the changes that will come,” she tells me and while she’s smiling, I can sense the sadness and see it in her eyes. “It doesn’t make sense to set up the office across the hall, so I’m going to show you my office. We’ll have you moved into this one so you ha
