magicalyearofateenagewitch
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Business plans
While I was in Swalebeck I ran into an old friend of Mummy’s – Marguerite Forester-Hawes. It was funny to be called “Genevieve” and “Jenny” again when I’m so used to being Olive in Barkmouth. She said she’d heard I’d been sent to the sea “for my health” – honestly, am I someone from a… Continue reading
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Friends, Ice cream and Monsters
I wasn’t prepared for how strange it would be to go back home, after three months of living apart, as a proper witch! Mum and Dad seemed so pleased to have me back… At first. And I thought they’d be interested to hear my adventures, hear about Suki, Maksym, Bea and Olive, but whenever I… Continue reading
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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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The Exchange
This week I was in a quiet part of town where there are just a couple of specialist shops that are sometimes useful, and I saw my new friend Jacob, professor of natural history and secret witch, walking down the road. He was wearing a dark jacket even though it was warm, his hood up! 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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The Sparrow and the Professor
Jacob looked delighted. “Would you like a cup of tea? The staffroom’s normally deserted and I so rarely get to talk to…” “A fellow witch?” “If you say so…” 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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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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You can’t fix what isn’t broken
I have heard similar tales from many witches – of going out, doing everything “right”, bringing their humble self to the world and asking for an answer to their struggles, and having their words whisked away like dust on a hot summer’s day until there is only deathly silence. It seems so unfair when it… Continue reading
Helen Speaks 