The Thyme and Thistle coven

Small in stature, colossal in spirit — Sophie is our coven’s tiniest sentinel, though you’d never dare underestimate her. What she lacks in size she more than makes up for in ferocity, sass, and a mysterious ability to appear exactly where the treat jars are kept.

Sophie’s legend begins when she followed a trail of thistle petals straight into the coven’s apothecary. Though she was scarcely larger than the bones we were baking, she marched in as if she owned the place. Rumor has it she was once apprenticed to a witch who specialized in shrinking spells, which explains both her stature and her uncanny knack for squeezing into cupboards to conduct “taste tests.” Now, Sophie oversees quality control with an iron paw — every Thing, Raven, and Beast must pass her withering gaze before being deemed fit for familiars.

Loving but fierce, tender yet formidable — she is the heart of the coven and the iron will behind it. Known simply as Mother, she tends her familiars with devotion, guarding them with a ferocity only rivaled by her skill in the kitchen. Equal parts light and shadow, beauty and brawn, she is the Enchantress of Confections and the head witch in charge.

Mother’s lineage traces back to the witches of Salem, a bloodline steeped in both mysticism and resilience. From childhood, she was drawn to the hearth — not for warmth alone, but for the alchemy of flour, herbs, and spell work that could transform humble ingredients into talismans of joy. For decades she has perfected her craft, conjuring the most delicious confections for her beloved familiars. In her apothecary, bones are baked not from mere recipes, but from incantations whispered to protect, nourish, and delight.
Though her spirit can summon shadows, she carries equal light — a balance that makes her both feared and adored. When the coven gathers, it is her voice that steadies, her hands that create, and her presence that reminds all: no familiar is left unfed, and no witch dares cross the Mother of Thyme & Thistle.

Where Sophie is shadow, Bella is spark — a tiny whirlwind of exuberance with a penchant for mischief. She’s the coven’s light spirit, zooming through the apothecary with reckless glee, scattering sprigs of thyme and nearly toppling skulls in her wake.

Bella’s origins are said to trace back to a carnival fortune-teller’s tent, where she was caught stealing candied thistle. Instead of being cursed, she was blessed (or perhaps hexed) with endless energy. When she bounded into the Thyme & Thistle apothecary, Sophie immediately tried to glare her into submission — but Bella simply zoomed past, snagging a Thing-sized bone on her way. Since then, she’s made it her mission to keep Sophie on her toes, darting between shelves, rattling potion bottles, and antagonizing her fellow coven member with gleeful defiance. Some whisper that Bella channels stray moonlight, which is why she glows with energy long after the candles have burned down.