"Mornin, ma’am." He gave a warm smile to the blonde, wondering why she was talking like she was from the middle ages. But considering Halloween was a week away…People tended to get into the spirit far to early anyway, so he wasn’t to surprised.
“Well I live by the saying, ‘Only the weak don’t wear black when it’s hot out’. I love your costume.”
"Oh yes, black is a very strong colour. Only the most powerful witches and warlocks dare wear such garments," Sarah informed him with a firm nod.
"Though... they were always the first to be burnt," Sarah sighed loftily, her thoughts carried back to her dearest mother. Burnt at the cross for delving into and teaching her three daughters black magic. Snapping out of her day dream she looked at him, a small frown dipped her brows at the costume comment.
"Thank you...?" She gripped the folds of her multicoloured dress fondly and swayed with them for a short moment when she suddenly gasped.
"Wouldst thou join me at the Sabbath?" Sarah asked eagerly, desperately hoping he would not deny her. "There will be one tonight! In practise for All Hallows Eve..."



















