The coven thrived despite the influence and presence of Pandemonium. He was a constant within the workings, always sticking his large proboscis where it wasn’t welcomed. His beady eyes and hooked nose always over your shoulder, casting opinions.
He was like a bad smell that made its home inside your nose. He contributed nothing apart from the chaos of his being.
He pitted one witch against another; he mixed up potions and was banned, for sins unspeakable, from the cauldron room.
Written for: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/06/09/weekend-writing-prompt-58-pandemonium/
Morpethroad 
lol love it!
Thanks Kate.
‘Contributed nothing except the chaos of his being’ made me think of so many people.
One national leader comes to mind
Most of us are blessed with a few such leaders 🙂
sounds like so many people I know too….