One is not a Witch only when it is convenient. The branded blood is not something that can be turned on and off. Once the mark has been ignited the cunning fire does not subdue.
Too often I have heard talk of the Craft as if it were a hobby or a way to escape the norms of life.
Witchcraft is a way of life. Every breathe a Witch takes, even if it is at the mall or while paying the bills, is the breathe of a Witch. This may confuse some people who only think of Witchcraft as the practice of magick. Well, they are correct and woefully wrong at the same time. Witchcraft is more than magick; it is so much more. It should not be forgotten that every moment is shaded with the potential and that all it takes is intent. Once one has sipped from the well of fates then the past can not be undone. The moment a Witch is stirred is the same moment the weave has patterned them into itself.
The path of the Witch may lead them down many roads, some far from where they stand. But once Old Fate Herself has recognized her own then there is no removing the memory. All that she has ever been is now. Once a Witch made, a Witch remains.
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."