Page 54 of Cadenbury Town Does Halloween
“Sion won’t want anything heavy, probably just toast and jam,” Justice says.
“I’m sure Ma had a cousin or something that used to get migraines. They had to cut out a lot of things, like cheese, chocolate, coffee and oranges, but anything could set them off. Strong smells, bright light, loud noise. They suffered a lot with them and were laid up for ages at a time.” I tell them.
“They are nasty things. Some people think they are just bad headaches, but they are so much more, and there is no real cure for them, just things that can reduce the severity of them, and pain injections. I’m still waiting on Sion’s neurologist to get back to me,” Justice says.
“Do you know what caused Sion’s?’ Ebby asked.
“I hadn’t been here long, and a line of Cartwright witches sent several spells to us here in Cadenbury. One of them at a meeting of some of the town witches. It sounded like buzzinginside our heads. Most witches fell, except for me, Titus, Molly and Sion. Sion tried so hard to counteract the spell that something burst in his brain, something that magic can’t fix. He was in a coma and when he woke up, he found he’d lost some of his memories and now this,” I explain.
“Could there be something I can do? Maybe I can counteract the dark magic,” Sly offers.
“Thank you for the offer Dark One, but dark magic didn’t do this. That line of Cartwright’s were descended from Constance Cartwright, young’un and my great, great, whatever. They were being manipulated by Tim Tanner, Tink’s brother, also descended from light witches.”
“So, there are more bad light witches out there?” Enoch asks, shifting closer to Sly, who wraps his arm around his shoulder. Ebby takes Xander’s hand.
“We stopped them cheeky chops. Plus, you have the protection necklace and the rune and if your brothers agree, you and Xander can join Nora in her magic lessons, so you’ll know how to protect yourselves if your brothers aren’t around,” Molly tells them.
“You should ask Adhan to teach you his super scary stare. He’s teaching it to me and that look can make people either cry or wet themselves, sometimes both,” Nora tells them, before looking at Adhan and grinning.
Nora asked Adhan to teach her his secret stare so she wouldn’t get into trouble again for punching a bully. Nora isn’t a violent child, but a boy was picking on her friend and said Nora’s parents died because of her and he called her brother by a homophobic name, so she punched him and got into trouble. She is getting really good at the stare already.
“I will teach you both if you want,” Adhan agrees. “We’ll all protect you.”
“Thank you. The boys will probably take you up on both offers,” Ebby says looking at Xander and Enoch, who both nodded.
“That would be amazing, thank you,” Xander says.
“Good. Now then witchlings, it’s time to go to the haunted farm,” Molly says.
“Are you joining us, Molly?” Temps asks her.
“I might for a little bit, then I think I’ll stroll through the forest for a while, with a basket of red apples,” she says cackling.
I’m not the only one who laughs at that. “That should be fun,”
“I’ll take Cas and Sion’s food up and then we’ll join you,” Titus said.
“And we’ll clear the table,” Ben says, standing up and starting to collect the dishes up.
Everyone jumps up to help while Titus makes some toast and gets Cassie’s dinner ready, adding cutlery and drinks to the tray, covering both plates, before walking out of the room.
CHAPTER 22
Ican’t believe how much fun I’m having cackling around this cauldron with the other witchlings, my Ma, Molly, Nora, Ebby, Sly and the boys.
We magicked up the cauldron, the fire to keep it hot, and our outfits. I’ve taken pictures of us all, because we look awesome in our Halloween witches’ outfits. Nora and Enoch look the cutest though as does little Connie. We magicked a little witch outfit for her as well and Emily is happily holding her close so she can watch us.
We use magic to give the soup a helping hand and again to peel the vegetables and cut them up before dropping them into the cauldron. Even from here, it smells amazing.
“I can’t believe I’m actually having fun doing this,” Temp says, throwing some carrots into the pot and cackling as he does.
“I think we’re all having fun,” my Ma says, stirring the pot.
Pa is stood watching us, but he keeps glancing off to the funfair.
“You can go and have fun, you know that right?” I say to him.
He nods. “I do and I’m off.”
