Hepzibazh, Jezabel and Isismene circled the cauldron.
“How long must we stay with this silly, outdated script?” grumbled Hep. “It is centuries out of date. No one reads Billy’s stuff any more, except in classrooms.”
“True enough,” Issy agreed. “These days it’s all zombies and vampires and computer game stuff. Today’s kids just laugh at witches.”
“Hellfire!” said Jess, and the others bent their heads reverently. “We can improvise better than that. We can set the town all widdershins.”
They considered. Time was short; the witching hour fades quickly.
“Let’s go,” Hep cried.
They grabbed their brooms.
“How long must we stay with this silly, outdated script?” grumbled Hep. “It is centuries out of date. No one reads Billy’s stuff any more, except in classrooms.”
“True enough,” Issy agreed. “These days it’s all zombies and vampires and computer game stuff. Today’s kids just laugh at witches.”
“Hellfire!” said Jess, and the others bent their heads reverently. “We can improvise better than that. We can set the town all widdershins.”
They considered. Time was short; the witching hour fades quickly.
“Let’s go,” Hep cried.
They grabbed their brooms.
