‘Well, my darlings,’ said Mordonna as the whole Floods family and their friends sat on the tallest tower of Castle Twilight drinking warm bloody slurpies while the sun set over the mountains behind Lake Tarnish, ‘I hope no one wants to be a billionaire? Now Mr Wealth has dropped out, there won’t be any more economics classes at Quicklime’s.’

‘Oh well,’ said Betty.

After all, being witches and wizards who could basically magic anything they wanted out of thin air, it was no big sacrifice.