Mrs Webfoot
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Advice from a friend
Bea Furness came into the coffee shop during my shift yesterday. She was wearing hair in green streaks and her lips seemed to have a permanent purple hue. No one batted an eye, not even when she dropped a couple of coins and then stretched her fingers out to twice their length to grab them… Continue reading
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The Truth Shall Set You Free
I was in two minds about doing any more fortune telling sessions at Coastal Coffee – then I went today and that just about made up my mind. I still had a few customers, but there were also a lot of distractions. One of the women who I used to do readings for, who apparently… Continue reading
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Looking for Direction
I couldn’t sleep that night and I went down to watch the television in the communal room, since no one else was there. There was an interview with a witch who worked in the city, talking about how she’d had to work more and more after local factories closed and she was beginning to lose… Continue reading
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Encounter by the Full Moon
I feel you could have warned me how lonely it is to be a witch, especially in my first year! Even Firenze doesn’t always care for my company – a poor trait in a pet or a familiar! Last night I couldn’t sleep and I got up and wandered about. Firenze stirred for a moment,… Continue reading
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Welcome to the Jungle
This week was meant to be the week where my friend Suniya and I made our vegetable garden. She’s meant to be revising, but luckily for us, her mother thought she’d been cooped up too long and let her come. I say “luckily” but things didn’t go to plan. Continue reading
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The Disappearing Familiar
Firenze has given me a shock. Perhaps I have fallen into the trap of seeing him more as a pet than a familiar. I knew we had a bond and I thought it was surprising when I had a future flash, but I have discovered that I vastly underestimated him. This morning I went down… Continue reading
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The Purple Eyes of Mrs Webfoot
I lay awake all night tossing and turning, and worrying about this woman, this Mrs Webfoot. I came to this town a stranger, but she seems to know about me, can see through my enchanted coat and even knows when I’m lying… so I realised I could go one better. Why do years of work… Continue reading
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The Eyes of Mrs Webfoot
It’s been a difficult few days for poor Firenze. I think Hatty must’ve disturbed the enclosure while she was cleaning – or snooping! – or else the new surroundings have confused him, as he ended up climbing out and I ended up with him curled up next to me as I tried to plan a… Continue reading
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The Woman at Dune House
I’m glad my fortune-telling at the coffee shop is going well – not only am I raising money, but it gives me a chance to talk to people. I had a mad moment the other day when I even missed school. I remembered going to the housemother with a problem, or those two-faced girls who… Continue reading
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The Storm
I rushed upstairs and discovered he was right… there was a storm howling outside my window. One half of the house was in sunshine… the other being battered by a full-on storm. Continue reading
Helen Speaks 