Scarlet hardly ever indulged her Grandmother's fanciful tales and claims to witch craft. It was all made up nonsense. Shifting, Scarlet undid the tie of her cloak, setting it across the back of a chair before rounding to settle down on it. "Perhaps I did when I was a little girl, but I grew up. Magic and make-believe is all it is, you and I both know that. And you know I'm not superstitious like the silly old women and men in the village." Honestly, did they have no common sense?