Bryn Cadwallader (

When he had been cajoled into putting himself on offer for the Fawley Foundation raffle, Bryn had thought that he'd just be lucky to get dinner in London and maybe a polite conversation. But instead of being won by someone old enough to be his mother, he found himself in the company of a petite witch on a trip to the Mediterranean.

For dinner, Bryn had changed into his smartest jeans and a shirt which he had actually ironed for a change. "Hey," he said with a smile. As she sat, he wished that he had got up to pull her chair out, but it was too late now. "Yeah, this day has been like some sort of crazy underwater dream. Bit different here than London, right?"

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