Olive’s letters
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The Witch’s Apprentice
Poor kid. Imagine having your powers stunted like that! I know that Lucy hadn’t completed cut off his magic, but I wasn’t sure she’d made the right choice. It seemed like Maksym’s father just wanted to keep him small. I know what that feels like, Talia. It seems my mother does too. Continue reading
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Making Light of Things
I tried an incantation I’d found from another internet forum, and it worked a little too well. I had to stand on a chair to get the bin down from the ceiling. But I tried the disillusionment spell and, joy of joys, it actually worked! So I tried again and put a little less magical… Continue reading
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Putting things right
What does an unemployed witch do with her time? I decided to tidy up the shed. It’s a little stone building and might be good for storing potions, if I decide to try my hand at potions. You’ll remember my messy little potions as a teenager. They weren’t really for anything, though, Talia, just scaring… 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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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
Helen Speaks 