"Far as you're concerned, prolly nothing," Corbie admitted with a shrug. "I've got magic. Came in when I was thirteen, along with other more normal shit. I can't get rid of it, and I wouldn't want to even if I could." It was perhaps an interesting comparison to people in her own world to put magic alongside other parts of puberty like breasts or menstruation, but the fact of the matter to Corbie was that magic was just as much a part of her as any part of her body. It just was.

But the word 'witch' carried certain stigma with it that she didn't think she could explain properly.