A cousin who knew voodoo. Momentarily, Dream wondered about Annabelle's family. Typically, you didn't walk around New Orleans saying you could help other people with their magic unless you were a pretty big deal all on your own.
There were also very few white voodoo practitioners that were taken seriously. There were some--notably a woman from a Jewish family that walked around in a head wrap with big hoop earrings--but it was still an African tribal magic, and New Orleans was steeped in tradition, for good or bad.
Morpheus closed his eyes at the movement of Nanshe's fingers and for a moment entirely forgot about this situation--the spaceship, the witch... all of it.
"I'd venture to say," he said, under his breath, "you should've done a lot more behind his back."