"And to be my friend?" she said hesitantly, looking shy and uncertain. "I would really like a friend. We could have tea parties? That’s the main reason I called you, actually. Is that alright? Mummy said I needed more friends, and an imaginary one would do. But I thought a real friend would be better and you’re sort of imaginary and sort of not? And can I be an "enchantress’ and not a "witch’? It sounds nicer."