“What are you wearing?”

Brenda gave a twirl, her new skirt billowing out around her. “Do you like it? I got it at work.”

“It’s a little… bright, don’t you think?” Rebecca started unpacking the shopping, still glancing at Brenda’s skirt with an eyebrow raised. “Might not give the right impression to clients.”

“It’s the twenty-first century, Bex,” Brenda replied. “We don’t have to wear all black anymore.”

“Nothing wrong with wearing black,” said Rebecca. “It’s a perfectly respectable colour.”

“Yeah, and so is hot pink. Anyway, a witch is a still a witch, regardless of what colours they wear.”