Bertie was a small clever witch, neither dainty nor delicate, but she did speak fluent Latin. Her spells could bring down empires, but she was lazy and spent her days floating down the river in a wooden canoe, snacking on dragon fly wings dipped in sugar, drinking crème de menthe. This was her habit since the beginning of time, through all the incarnations, iterations, life cycles and dreams of a small clever witch. Except on Mondays. On Mondays, she would transmogrify into a large bald Goblin and scare the school children getting off the bus at South Road.