Beezley and the Witch

After the coven excommunicates me, I need to find a new job. So when I see a sign asking for an assistant - only witches need apply - I feel my fortunes might be trending up. Sure, there's a murder to solve, a killer on my tail, and my new boss is a French Bulldog, but at least it's not working checkout in a supermarket.

Just because the coven excommunicated me, doesn't mean I'm a bad witch. Those ladies should learn to take a joke. In the meantime, though, it's left me in a bind. I need to get a real job, in a normal human occupation. Yuck. But when I see a sign at the community centre asking for an assistant - only witches need apply - I feel like my fortunes might be trending up. Sure, there's a murder to solve, a killer on my tail, and a pittance in my bank account, but at least it's not working checkout in a supermarket.

Okay, so it turns out I am a “bad” witch. But I promise to only ever use my black magic powers for good. It's a promise that's soon put to the test, when a zombie shambles into the local bank just before closing. I'm not dead-phobic or anything, but trailing cemetery dirt all over the carpet isn't a great way to make friends.

When the annual mermaid parade is missing its central figure, Glynda tasks me and Beezley to track the oversized fish and get her back home where she belongs. The job isn't welcome, but the cash is, especially when a confused chihuahua decides to tear up half my wardrobe. The case soon leads us on a wild fish chase, with a short stop in a pub for much appreciated refreshments.