"How do witches stand in the supernatural pecking order?"

The old witch stood frozen a long moment, staring at the heat haze and the boulder arcing away into the forest.

The old witch was standing behind me.

The two witches stood uncertainly in the street.

'You witches stand right there,' said a voice behind them.

The witch stood, and her muttering grew more intense.

And behind her chair stood that witch who had fled before the hounds of Alizon.

Aldis was gone and the witch stood, one hand on the back of the chair as if she needed its support.

The little witch had stood there and brazenly lied her way out of the whole mess.

The three witches stood at the top of the steps that led to the keep's main door and surveyed the seas of faces.