Arthur smiles wryly as he looks down at his feet, which are now bare as he steps into the surf. "I wouldn't say I was dragged," he tells her. "I worked for a witch, just up until a year ago. He worked alone, mostly, and he traveled a lot - researching, making contacts, that kind of thing."

Taking a swig of his drink, Arthur looks up at Nancy again. "That's how I learned most of what I know, and it was easy to start meeting people in the community once I got to London. He and his wife had a few friends here already, so I just..." he gestures vaguely back at the bonfire.