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Larissa. It was as if she had switched off her humanity to deal with the pain. It was just dawning on Ari that Sandra was almost starting to act like Clyde. The fact therefore that Clyde was reprimanding her, was serious cause for concern.
     
    “So,” said Thomas, clearly hoping to distract the group from Sandra’s actions, “Ari is related to Mary Grandor, who was a witch?”
     
    “Yes,” Ragon said hurriedly, “but it’s not just that. When we were in Australia, I read about a star constellation called Grandor. It’s the only time I have ever heard the name before. Have you ever heard of it?”
     
    Everyone except for Clyde and Ari shook their heads.
     
    “We could google it,” Ari suggested, and the coven stared at her blankly. “You know google… the internship… none of this is ringing a bell is it?”
     
    She sighed and reached for Ragon’s phone, smiling when she saw four small bars in the top left corner, indicating that they had internet reception.
     
    “Who is this google?” asked Clyde, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
     
    “Google knows all,” said Ari, laughing at the confused look on the rest of the coven’s face, as she punched in the words ‘Grandor constellation’ and waited. “It says here that the Grandor constellation is made up of four stars and shines brightest in the Southern hemisphere. The stars were named for an immortal called Grandor, who took from himself to create his family, bringing into the world a wife to share eternity with. But Grandor’s wife craved a child, and so together they made a daughter, but soon the child became lonely too and begged her father for a companion. Grandor agreed and the fourth immortal was created. Fearful that the cycle would go on forever, the Gods marked Grandor’s heirs.”
     
    “Ok,” Thomas said sceptically, “and you think that has something to do with Ari’s ability to stop time? Isn’t it more likely that she is related to this Mary Grandor and is a witch?”
     
    “Thank you! That’s exactly what I said,” Clyde said indignantly.
     
    “But what if there is some connection?” asked Ragon, just as Clyde let out a doubtful snort.
     
    “And you couldn’t find any living relatives?” asked Thomas, “No one that we could talk to?”
     
    Clyde shook his head and added, “Her family tree is pretty narrow. We traced both her parents all the way back a few hundred years, but when we followed the lines forward, there wasn’t anyone still living.”
     
    Ari sighed. It was true. There wasn’t a single relative, not even a long lost uncle or cousin, who she could talk to about the strange things that she could do. And it wasn’t just the absence of these people to fill in the blanks about her abilities; Ari had no family… there was no other way to look at it. Without realising it, she closed her eyes and a single tear slipped between her eyelids and slid down her cheek. For the first time since meeting Ragon, she felt completely alone, just like she had when she had been at the orphanage as a child, except now her daydreams of the large family who were searching frantically for her, would never come true.
     
    “I know the Grandor constellation is a long shot,” said Ragon, “but what else have we got to go off? Ari can’t just be a witch; witches don’t perform magic instinctually, they use spells and incantations. Ari just has to throw her hands into the air and she can stop time.”
     
    “That’s true,” said Thomas, touching his hand to his chin. “There is a chance that Mary Grandor was mistakenly prosecuted for being a witch. She might have had the same magic as Ari and the church simply found out about it. I mean, it’s not like every woman who was burnt alive was magical. A hell of a lot of people were killed for no reason, other than fear and ignorance.”
     
    “I can’t believe you, of all people, would admit that,” said Clyde, staring at Thomas in admiration.
     
    “I’m willing to admit