Aug 23, 2026 · 10 min · 8 segments
A cozy contemporary fantasy about a chaotic witchy family and a terribly organised admin assistant, taking up residence at Frightful Manor. Set in the same world as “The Twelve Days of Witchmas.”…
Tansy Rayner RobertsHostAstonishingly, once the seating arrangements were settled and food began to appear on silver platters along the table with the same convenient enchantments associated with hamper drawers and tea niches, the mood of the dinner became far less tense.
In between courses, one or other of the eggs would rise and move to another seat, either bullying a sibling or cousin into giving up theirs, or sinking into one of the rare empty chairs dotted around.
A version of the game that somehow kept a competitive vibe, despite there being more than enough seating for everyone.
somewhere between the seventh slivers of white fish floating in a clear broth served with side platters of deep-fried nasturtium flowers and eighth courses savory crumpets with onion gravy tureens of fresh green peas with mint lamb cutlets Mabel Blight scooped up her wineglass and walked half the length of the table to stand over Mary, until he, rolling his eyes with general good humour, relinquished his seat.
"'Rude!' said Silas, reaching for the nearest carafe to top up Mabel's wineglass, bringing those city manners north to meet the family.' Tragically, we live in a post-etiquette society, she said, matching his sarcasm, then turned and stared directly into Libby's face.
She picked up the last nasturtium flower from the shared platter with her fork.
Libby saved horror from drowning in paperwork, butted in glad, still taking her protection details seriously.
How's the netherworld treating you, Mabes? You can just say London, said Mabel, slightly mocking.
Astonishingly, once the seating arrangements were settled and food began to appear on silver platters along the table with the same convenient enchantments associated with hamper drawers and tea niches, the mood of the dinner became far less tense.
In between courses, one or other of the eggs would rise and move to another seat, either bullying a sibling or cousin into giving up theirs, or sinking into one of the rare empty chairs dotted around.
A version of the game that somehow kept a competitive vibe, despite there being more than enough seating for everyone.
somewhere between the seventh slivers of white fish floating in a clear broth served with side platters of deep-fried nasturtium flowers and eighth courses savory crumpets with onion gravy tureens of fresh green peas with mint lamb cutlets Mabel Blight scooped up her wineglass and walked half the length of the table to stand over Mary, until he, rolling his eyes with general good humour, relinquished his seat.
"'Rude!' said Silas, reaching for the nearest carafe to top up Mabel's wineglass, bringing those city manners north to meet the family.' Tragically, we live in a post-etiquette society, she said, matching his sarcasm, then turned and stared directly into Libby's face.
She picked up the last nasturtium flower from the shared platter with her fork.
Libby saved horror from drowning in paperwork, butted in glad, still taking her protection details seriously.
How's the netherworld treating you, Mabes? You can just say London, said Mabel, slightly mocking.
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