Edda pointed Adam to the table when they walked back into the kitchen. He groaned, but went. “What are you studying that’s so hard?” “It’s science stuff – chemistry to be exact. I’m fine with physics, that’s fun, but chemistry just doesn’t like my brain, or the other way around.” “Oh, you need to talk …
Edda showed Millie up three flights of stairs to her room, leaving her to unpack a little and explore. It was a lovely, light-filled place with comfortable furniture and a neat little balcony begging for young plants to be nursed into growth there, in company with the two blooming vines hugging themselves to the building …
The woman laughed, "Oh I do like an eager apprentice. Not that I've ever had one before mind you, greenwitches are a little few and far between." "How did you become one then?" "Thankfully there was a greenwitch available to me as I am to you." Millie started and blushed, "I haven't even introduced myself." …
Millie carefully picked her way down the stairs, only looking up at her destination when she was halfway down. What she saw had her staring in amazement. The hollow was a tiny, piled up village, gathered back against the hill, to face a grassy square and an open view to woods and trees beyond. The …
Millie was the daughter of a witch and, being nearly twelve, was about to embark on her own apprenticeship towards witch-hood. Her mother was a careful and caring women with a penchant for potions. She liked the certainty and science behind the measuring and mixing, the predictable application of her practical magic. Millie's magic was …
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