When my mage Georgie was a baby, her grandma – who is a witch very well practiced with future sight – saw that Georgie was to be a witch too, with a big green dragon for a familiar. Of course, to a small child, dragons can be a bit scary, so her grandma made her a tiny, huggable me.

And here it is, look, this is me, sewn by hand long before I was even an egg. It’s even the right colour. And it’s so soft and floppy and bottom heavy, just like me. Grandma had very clear sight indeed.

It’s strange; I’ve known Georgie from the moment I hatched, she’s always been there for me, but there was a time in Georgie’s life when I was only there in stories and dreams and a bundle of lovingly sewn fabrics.