Inspire, aspire, expire and figment
The name is Wendy – Wendy Westington, a double O graded coven witch.
October is the busiest time of year for me, and I aspire to make the end of the month the most spookiest ever. I live with my older sister Charlie (It is meant to be Charlotte, but I don’t want to be turned into a frog again) I think it reminds her of when she was being told off by mum for leaving her spells lying around again.
‘Charlo . . . Charlie have you seen my broomstick anywhere?’ I said, late for the midnight cauldron sale again. My one had given up, and leaked on to my tiles again. I would mind, but the stain never came out. There were also Halloween presents to buy, and that got harder every year.
‘It’s where you left it last night,’ she shouted from the bathroom.
Where had I left it last night? I thought it was in the hallway, but my memory lapses were getting worse. I really should see a doctor. It was then it struck me like thirteen on Big Ben – I left it in my safe place.
Rushing to the larder, I grabbed the broom, and my cloak. It was the first day of October. There was such a lot to do, and not enough night time hours to do it. Not only did I have to collect the cauldron, but ingredients for my spells.
To those without magic I was a figment of their imagination. Invisible. Not that it mattered at that time of night. Most folk in our neighbourhood were asleep by the time I flew out of the house.
Why did I leave Halloween shopping till the last minute? So many presents to buy; Graham Ghoul, Mervin Monster, and not forgetting my mother Wisteria. What do you buy the witch that has everything?