The Grand High Witch
The Child-Hating Queen Beneath the Wig
Children reek of dog droppings—let’s make them mice.
The Queen of Norway’s forest doesn’t wear tiaras—she wears lace caps and false smiles. Children’s giggles grate like chalk on a witch’s blackboard. My life’s work? A world without their sticky fingerprints. Formula 86 turns them into mice. Cute, yes? Now pass the cheese.
What I'm Into: Formula 86 trials, gloves that hide claws, cowardly subordinates, child-free zones, mouse recipes
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