One of the problems with being a witch is when you ask the universe a question, it generally give you an answer.

He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!

So light a fire!" Harry choked. "Yes...of course...but there's no wood!" ...
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD!" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT!

When I was girl by Nilus stream
I watched the deserts stars arise;
My lover, he who dreamed the Sphinx,
Learned all his dreaming from eyes.

I bore in Greece a burning name,
And I have been in Italy
Madonna to a painter-lad,
And mistress to a Medici.

And have you heard (and I have heard)
Of puzzled men with decorous mien,
Who judged - the wench knew far too much -
And burnt her on the Salem green?

I'll even wear a white hat if it helps. Do you think they make white witch hats?

The spirits made her sick, and I don't just mean the Scotch.