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.