Breakfast was over and we all made ourselves comfortable on the sofas in the living room. Dahlia stood in front of the fireplace. It wasn’t a large fireplace but was big enough to have an electric coal fire which looked amazing when the lights were switched off as it looked real. It also brought the atmosphere during the Christmas holidays, snuggled next to mom on the sofa with a cup of hot chocolate.
“Ladies,” Dahlia called to get the attention of the room. “May I have your attention please. Olivia, I know you are confused, I can sense it. I can also sense that you have a lot of questions but don’t know where to start.” I nod my head at her assumptions. “Let’s start this way. We are witches and we are from the French Quarter in New Orleans. We are originals or pure blood witches and as w
