A story segment: The Witch of Wyoming

"Familiam tuam necabo et" The woman was gagged before she could finish her threat. I took her to the nearest cruiser and threw her in, hammered the trunk five times and the car was gone. I went into my police cruiser and slumped down.
"I hate Shade-witches," I muttered under my breath. My partner looked to me with a strange look. I told him I said that I hate crazies. He started the car and we were off to the precinct.
The precinct was an unimpressive, brick building with a police shield above four glass frames. We saw the Shade-witch getting unloaded from another cruiser. She was spouting curses in Latin when she was thrown into the building. Poor woman, in two hours she's going to be kidnapped from the jail and prosecuted by my coven.
I suppose I owe you an explanation. See, I'm a witch. Witches aren't to be confused with Wiccans, witches can throw fire from their hands, while Wiccans maintain the natural order of the universe. We need both in this world to keep it flowing. My coven has been around for over six thousand years and for as long as we have existed, we have been protecting the world of non-magicians from those who would use magic for personal gain and/or harm to others.
I am a Seeker, my job is to catch the bad guys and give them to the Observers. The Observers find the bad guys and tell me where to get them. Afterwards, I hand off the magician to the Observers. And that's about it.

The Observers? They are actually a stereotype. Bunch of hooded figures around a fire deciding the fates of those who break the rules. Creepy, dramatic, but they do their jobs well. Guess that is what we should all


After what seemed to be an eternity, I was able to leave work at 5:00 PM. Jumping in my car, I was off. Finally, I reached the door of my brick townhouse. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my car. I went into my house and shut the door, locking with all seven locks. Each lock, I spoke a word for each locking it with an age old spell. I went into the living room and plopped down on the sofa with a sonorous thud.
"I'm home," I yelled to a seemingly empty house. An owl swooped in and landed on the sofa next to my left shoulder.
"Welcome home Cassandra," She cooed upon landing, "how was your day?" I scratched the nocturnal bird's head and replied in a somewhat somber tone.
"I caught another Shade-witch today," The owl perked up and moved closer.
"That's the fifth one in a week," She squawked in astonishment, "Why so many?" I shrugged and suggested a new coven must have sprung up nearby. Yes, I have a talking owl. I just noticed that owls don't usually talk. Well she does. Her name is Nancy and she's been my friend since I was three. She was bred by an ancient order dedicated to Athena, a great sorceress to the point she was able to extend her life to near infinity. The owls that her followers breed are highly intelligent to the point of fluency in human languages. Nancy is one of the brightest, with an IQ of over 600 and has 263 spell books memorized. Her one fault, she doesn't have thumbs.
"What's for dinner?" I asked. Yes, Nancy can cook. She do basic animation but that's the limit of her magic.
"Chicken Risotto with a side of your ex called" I stopped dead. I didn't know what just happened, but I believe my bird just blind sided me. Oh sorry, we are being honest here. My familiar just blind sided me.