Answer 100 - I did. I half-hoped she'd apparate

Hannie owns the guest house in Joepsingboertange.

She’s a playwright.. and a producer of Shakespeare on the Green.  She’s sparkly-eyed and razor-sharp, and her place felt of beautiful wildness and.. chess.. somehow...

She’s a huge Terry Pratchett buff, and adapted Masquerade into a play.  In Dutch.  No easy feat.  The Dutch sense of humor isn’t particularly dry, and Pratchett could parch a rainforest. 

Oh, and she’s a witch.  The good kind.  A bit like Nanny Ogg, one of Pratchett’s witches.  The one I intend to be when I grow up.  The one that drinks apple brandy, filches all the free buffet food she can and stuffs it into containers she always keeps in her skirts or under her hat, and sings loudly in the bathtub (in the yard) - songs like, ‘The Wizard’s Staff has a Knob on the End,’ and such…  the kind the neighbors are a little wary of maybe, but that small children always know they can come to for candy before dinner.*

I’ll most likely get Dave working on the alchemical side of things.  He’d be good at that.  Maybe even figuring out how to turn politicians into pink fuzzy bunnies.. and finding the space between night and day, where some say they’ve walked..

Wind blew the screen door last night.. knock knock.. I half-expected her to apparate somewhere, with those bright blue eyes.   I’d hoped she would, in a way.  The field behind the cottage stretches for miles.  The sky was clear and full of stars… a sliver of a moon. 

Didn’t I half-hope she’d apparate?

“My little Poppi,” she’d say..  and we’d run off into the long fields – grab the stick broom from the clothes line, and fly out toward Cassiopeia and Andromeda… maybe even all the way across the Big Pond to Indiana, where my dog would bark his fool head off as we landed on the gravel drive.  Of course, knowing my dog, he’d try to bite her and then would find himself dreaming of mud and catching flies with his tongue, while she and I drank tea and apple brandy in my kitchen and discussed replacing the painting of Pope Leo with a tapestry of the Buddha.

Dave would get used to the new paradigm.

woof

*I was kidding about letting my evil clowns scare children.  Neither of them is all that evil.  Just misunderstood.