Very Secret Society Of Irregular Witches (99% Direct)

They were no longer four Irregulars hiding separately.

Finch laughs.

Maggit, who had not been offered tea by a sentient dwelling since the Unfortunate Incident of 2019, said yes. very secret society of irregular witches

But the letter smelled of sea salt and cinnamon. And the coordinate pointed to a place not on any map: Nowhere House. Nowhere House sat at the end of a crooked lane that changed length depending on your mood. It had three chimneys, two turrets, and a door that absolutely refused to stay locked. They were no longer four Irregulars hiding separately

"What if we're not dangerous? What if we're just... different? And what if different, together, becomes something they can't control?" becomes something they can't control?"