A Cat Familiar who wears a monocle...only in New Orleans Does that Look Normal Hey there, my name is Georgette, but you can call me Georgie...everyone does. I own the local art gallery for up and coming artists in the city. I can also summon Mother Nature if need be. See, I'm a witch that controls fire, wind, water and the air. As the saying goes, don't mess with Mother Nature. Although, I'm only mother to a cat familiar, Mr. Marcel. Mr. Marcel is 196 years old and never lets me forget it. He wears a monocle...I don't know why...he thinks it makes him look regal although all the other cats laugh at him. What these other cats can't do that Marcel can is identify when someone is lying or exaggerating. He also has flashes of the future, however, those can be confusing and get us into all kinds of trouble. He's my bestie and I couldn't imagine life without him. Which comes to my next best friend Veronique. She has the power to speak to the dead, which comes in handy if someone is murdered. She also assists me at the gallery. The local detective in our corner of the city is a warlock by the name of Raphael. His grey eyes put me in a trance, but I'm not sure he's interested in me. At one moment he's tender and another he's aloof. Which makes me think he has secrets. My mentor, Miss Hallie, is older than dirt. And I mean that in a nice way. The gal is old but still has the spunk of a 1200 year old. She owns the shop next to me, and performs a little tarot reading. Oh and she also raised me after my parents perished young. She likes her martinis dry and her jokes dirty. And last but not least is my nemesis, Xavier. He's a witch hunter, but mortal. He's a thorn in my side as he thinks he's more than he is. But he's got his own secrets. Some that may change his world and mine. When a murder occurs in my shop, I'm not willing to lie down and let the so called police take over. I will get to the bottom of it to restore my good name in the city of New Orleans.