Olive’s letters
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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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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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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 Stranger in the Lighthouse
You’ll never guess what. I am not the only witch in town! She looks awfully small, this other girl, with the fairytale name of Lucy Skylark. She’s a scruffy looking kid even when she’s at work – she got a job at Coastal Coffee before I did, but the kid is selling coffee like some everyday teenager. Continue reading
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Olive Framley’s Magical Year
I am glad you agreed to be my mentor. What a wonderful gift my Chinese Water Dragon was! I knew that I could never be a witch with a cat or an owl. Magic needs to be modernised. I have named my new familiar Firenze, after Florence, the beautiful city where I first realised I… Continue reading
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Olive Framley Entry 20, 3rd July.
Dear Talia, It’s been a trying couple of weeks. Daddy is furious about the whole Magical Reporter debacle and the fact that people are now asking him what he thinks he’s doing, sending his well-educated daughter to mess around with potions and spells, and I’ve had journalists and paparazzi following me all over the place.… Continue reading
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Olive Framley Entry 19, 26th June.
Dear Talia, Please entirely disregard the previous letter – I turned to despair prematurely and I have returned to Barkmouth a hero. Lucy wasn’t lost, she was invisible! It turned out the haunting wasn’t a ghost, it was an actual invisible man. A travelling salesman, of all things! Lucy had tried to talk to him,… Continue reading
Helen Speaks 