So, Arabella's first day as a clown. I love Ginny so much some times. The things she comes up with! We were preforming well out of London, well in Liverpool actully. It was. . . a place. To call it best. Ginny was out, rounding up a crowd, and I was talking to this Arabella.

"So, you work for the witches? I assume thats why you have been hunting us down," I say.

"Well, it looks like we have a genious over here," she says sarcasticly. Than she sighed, "My mum, well, she. . . she was a bad person. The witches wanted to kill me unless I swore allegance to them. But to do so I hav- had to track down all her prosesers."

"So your mom was Susie-Ann."

"Yes. Look, I don't like to talk about it. It- it was a hard time.I just remember you, you were such a bad witch. My mum always said how she couldn't believe that a great witch like your mum could have. . .you."

Tears sprang into my eyes, but I quickly turned away before she could see them. "Yeah, well thats what the witches council said too. Stupid bloody-"

"Rose, it's show time," I was cut off by a smiling Ginny.

"Gotcha' Well, let us get on with the mamarry making and what not." I said, covering my tears up with a smile.