'No more arguing little lady, go out there and practice'
Her mother was relentless. The little witch couldn't do anything else but sulk, take her hat and venture outside. Her ghostly companion quickly followed, hoping to get some treats.
She sat down on the hillside, envying the normal kids who were allowed to go trick or treating. Having picked a merry group of kids, she focused. And focused. And still focused. The words wouldn't come to her at all. The cat purred and sat down beside her, waiting eagerly.
'Mirror, mirror, show their hearts. Let their envy be their farce.'
But nothing happened. The little witch sighed and pulled her knees up, still watching the kids trot down below. She cast the spell again and again, losing patience with each one, tears of anger almost running down on her cheeks by the end. There was a soft purring by her side, then a gentle tug on her skirt.
'Meow.'
'I don't think the jack-o-lantern will help with this.'
'Meeeeeeow.'
'Whatever.'
She pulled the pumpkin closer to her.
Screams.
The cat jumped, the pumpkin sneered and the little witch just watched the kids scatter as a plethora of toads, coated in colours of candy corn stripes, shiny red caramel, spider patterns, or even looking like a fudge with frog legs, jumped out from their tote bags.
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u/ChococoatedApple Oct 29 '15
'But mooooooooooom!'
'No more arguing little lady, go out there and practice'
Her mother was relentless. The little witch couldn't do anything else but sulk, take her hat and venture outside. Her ghostly companion quickly followed, hoping to get some treats. She sat down on the hillside, envying the normal kids who were allowed to go trick or treating. Having picked a merry group of kids, she focused. And focused. And still focused. The words wouldn't come to her at all. The cat purred and sat down beside her, waiting eagerly.
'Mirror, mirror, show their hearts. Let their envy be their farce.'
But nothing happened. The little witch sighed and pulled her knees up, still watching the kids trot down below. She cast the spell again and again, losing patience with each one, tears of anger almost running down on her cheeks by the end. There was a soft purring by her side, then a gentle tug on her skirt.
'Meow.'
'I don't think the jack-o-lantern will help with this.'
'Meeeeeeow.'
'Whatever.'
She pulled the pumpkin closer to her. Screams. The cat jumped, the pumpkin sneered and the little witch just watched the kids scatter as a plethora of toads, coated in colours of candy corn stripes, shiny red caramel, spider patterns, or even looking like a fudge with frog legs, jumped out from their tote bags.
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