Your childhood may have been shitty, but at least *your* grandmother didn’t neglect you to the point where a convention (covens are SO 17th century) of super obvious witches turns you into a mouse while she’s passed out under a cloud of cigar smoke. We learn Lindsay might be a witch.
Your childhood may have been shitty, but at least *your* grandmother didn’t neglect you to the point where a convention (covens are SO 17th century) of super obvious witches turns you into a mouse while she’s passed out under a cloud of cigar smoke. We learn Lindsay might be a witch.