Unhexing 1

Peter finally arrived in Boston, it was not difficult to locate where the witches were, it was his grandmother’s house after all and he had visited a lot of times with his parents and a few times alone. Diana died a few years after Peter’s father.

Peter got to the house, it was exactly how he remembered it; a simple bungalow in the center of the compound, directly opposite the gate, the first house he saw immediately after he walked in through the gate belonged to Diana. The rest were inhabited by her fellow witches, whom Peter thought to be his distant relatives.

Sometimes, Peter referred to her as “Grandma Diana”, just very few times that he acknowledged her as his grand aunt.

“Hello, Peter,” Wendy said with a wide grin on seeing Peter looking around the compound in a confused manner.

“Aunt Wendy!” Peter said as he rushed to hug her.

A woman, probably in her late 50s, she was a bit robust and wasn’t very tall. She also had brown hair with gray ones scattered in little populations.