A Witch at the Academy of Magic

Following my mother’s request to deliver a basket of meat pies to my grandmother, who lives in a deep, impenetrable forest, I ended up in the director’s arms of a witch academy. But I didn’t get to admire him for long: for the late dinner, all the forest’s unclean spirits came calling, and now we’re sitting inside a protective circle, working out our own rescue plan...

To you, a whole beehive on your head! Who else is crawling out of the dark? The future witch didn’t agree to this!