The Worst Adventure in the World

>Where'd that dang familiar of yours get off to?

You... You try not to think too much about what happened to your familiar.

>Grab that broom and swat at him with it. That's how you deal with unwanted pests, armed or not.

Ha! Direct hit. That spider would think twice before messing with THIS witch again if it was still capable of thought.

Too bad you weren't the one swinging the broom.


When Gamma Brevvace died, you decided to enchant your own; every proper witch should have her own broom, not some old hand-me-down. It... It didn't work out quite as planned. Yeah, it flies. Really well, actually. But it also has a lot of, well, personality. It wants SO BADLY to be helpful, but it refuses to let you ride it.

You've been telling the villagers that it's haunted by Gamma Brevvace's ghost; they give you a lot more respect while it's following you around. As for actually flying around, you've just stuck with her old broom. It's probably better to use a legacy broom than to be constantly surrounded by a swarm of slightly-unbalanced besoms doing their best to please you.

Offer him the plant as a token of your love and admiration. Wink creepily.

Okay, now that's just inappropriate. Besides, you need that plant for–


Ohhhh, oh oh ohhhhhh sugar! Danging heck! You dropped the sagecroft!

This is bad. This is bad, this is bad. You were going to make tea out of it for the coven tonight. Mother Tammasir swears it's the only thing that soothes her joints these days, and now you've gone and bruised it! She'll be able to tell, and she'll give you a look, and they'll all laugh at you behind your back. Again. "Ha ha, Annaliese can't even take care of a plant," they'll say. "She's supposed to be good at herbs, but I guess that's just what she's least worst at."

Well, they'll be nastier about it, but you're not very good at being nasty, even in your head.

What are you going to doooo?