Survival rules for a professional scammer: Never come to a derelict little house on the edge of town! Even if it was willed to you by an unfamiliar grandmother along with a cheeky cat that you’re supposed to feed. Never claim you are a hereditary witch in the tenth generation! Even if a handsome “openly” beauty of a man bursts into your house, claiming to be the rector of a magical academy. And by all means don’t agree to become a teacher at his institution! Even if you’re threatened with execution and an incurable curse of bad luck. What? You already agreed? Then you’ll be hunted not only by the students, but also by those whose grandmother your grandmother—somehow—stole something from. But can that scare you? A witch by profession has seen plenty, and, really, there’s no saving them all. They’ll get to know you for the first time—and some of them may even manage to fall in love with you.