He would pass by on his way to school each day - on the opposite side of the road, of course. His distance did him no good. The house was a magnet for curious boys and he would feel himself drawn like a moth to a dangerous flame. As he drew near, he would cast inquisitive glances toward the cottage, his head full of rumour too loud to ignore. He longed for a glance, just a mere fleeting moment of eye catching proof that the woman inside was the Witch of Paddington Road.