Sort of? It's complicated. They run the cottage we grew up in and one of them's my teacher, Rosethorn, the one who died once. And they're together. Sometimes. I'm not sure what the rules are and I wouldn't dare ask, to be honest. Anyway, we call them our mothers with people who don't know the situation since it takes too long to explain. Just like how my sisters aren't my actual sisters, but try launching into the whole 'we magicked ourselves together when we were ten' explanation every time.