|top| — Very Secret Society Of Irregular Witches

"Yet," Indira said gently. "Irregular magic always hurts eventually. That's why the Society keeps you separate. It's kinder this way."

They were the Irregulars. Witches whose magic didn't fit the rules. The Society had hidden them here for their own safety—and, Maggit suspected, for the Society's own convenience. very secret society of irregular witches

Maggit opened a tiny bookshop that smelled faintly of toast. Lark ran a bakery where the scones always had exactly the right amount of clotted cream. Samir became a "lost and found" consultant—no magic required, just excessive curiosity. And Finch started speaking again, one word at a time, in a voice that sounded like wind chimes. "Yet," Indira said gently

They performed it at midnight in the conservatory, where moonlight fell in stripes through the overgrown ivy. The house held its breath. It's kinder this way

Inside: You are not broken. You are just irregular.

"The rules exist for a reason," she said to the silent house.

In Mika’s world, magic is messy. It responds to emotions, it’s tied to the brewing of tea, and it’s inherently unpredictable. By calling the society "irregular," Mandeville highlights that there is no "correct" way to be a witch—or a human. Perfection is a myth; the beauty lies in the quirks, the accidental sparks, and the tea-stained spells. A Modern Classic of Comfort